Paris, France.
It was morning. Bertrand entered the airport command center with his briefcase.
"Shana, what news are you watching?" Bertrand asked as he reached his workstation and looked at the female colleague beside him.
"You don't know? Island Nation has been hit by a virus again. Computers across the country have been infected by an unknown virus and are half-paralyzed. This is a live broadcast of Island Nation's prime ministerial press conference. Their government agencies, airports, banks, hospitals, universities, companies, and private users have all been hit. They still don't know which organization did it."
"Hiss... my little goddess." Bertrand sucked in a breath, staring at the press conference on the computer in shock. "How serious are the losses?"
"Impossible to estimate. They haven't been able to calculate them yet."
"If a computer virus like this entered our country, then..."
Beep, beep, beep...
Bertrand had just sat down when the airport alarm went off. Everyone in the office abruptly stood up and looked around.
Smack!
The next moment, the computer display in the terminal command center flickered, and a strange digital face appeared. After it appeared on one screen, every other connected computer seemed to catch a plague, their desktops all popping up with the same digital face.
"Oh... my little goddess." Bertrand's voice was filled with disbelief.
The entire office fell into dead silence. Everyone froze in place as if turned to stone.
What they had feared had happened.
"The computers have been invaded by a virus and are out of control. Get people from a cybersecurity company here. Send out a notice to suspend all flights."
A cry of alarm jolted everyone awake, and the people in the terminal command center immediately descended into frantic chaos.
At the same time.
Los Angeles, United States.
It was nighttime.