I was hunted down like helpless prey by predators eager to bestow vicious pain. I thought I was safe, encased in my protective bubble. I soon realized that no one is safe anymore. I heard the enemy coming closer, tearing up the ground like a merciless machine. Coming closer, yelling my name, targeting my brain. The enemy rounded on me, not just one fiend but a horde of angry beasts. I saw my life flashing like a rotating red light on a patrol car. Slices of my short existence caught my eye as claws and teeth scraped my soft belly. I saw everything from some place outside my body as I was torn apart, disintegrating. They caught me. The final realization struck like lightning: “I” was the enemy. I was “spam” loaded with destructive viruses and malware. Unknowingly, I was a Trojan Horse. The fiends who attacked me were the heroes, protecting the programs I sought to destroy.