There was a slowly growing glitch in the programming where the hologram of Morgan Gavin resided as he watched the chaos unfold onto the earth through a series of displays. 

"Tails Dolls over in Bangkok, France, and Germany. Mass murders being committed at an astonishing rate by Joker Beiber, Bob Saget and Barney Fife are having very heated debates about the fusion, and I don't know where the **** James and everyone else disappeared to." The red head said, slightly exhausted from all the data he'd been pulling. "**** military put my **** brain in a giant **** satalite in **** outer space. The last thing I need is-" 

"He's tops!"

"OH MY **** MOTHER OF GOD NO."

"The bee's knees!"

"NO!"

"The cat's pajamas!"

"NOT THIS ****!"

"Aces! Awesomesauce!"

"HOLY **** HOLOGRAPHIC BABY JESUS GETTING **** BY MICHAEL JACKSON!"

"The ****! The coolest person on OKC!"

"There must've been a time released virus I mustve downloaded from the last millinillion gigs I downloaded from the IRS. **** IRS, figures they'ed pull something like this on me. AGAIN."

"And I want to be just like him!"

The hologram had dealt with these kinds of pranks before, programs designed to drive Morgan over the edge and provide, which ever government agency who sent it, about four hours of laughs while the two traded barbs, duked it out, or the program got tired of dealing with it. The holographic world the designers had given Morgan was a simple two hundred square mile blank sphere that he could modify to suit his needs. The space in which the sphere was situated on was no more than fourhundred miles in radius at any angle, and simply created another blank sphere should Morgan ever leave the first. 

The program had found this quite useful, and took advantage of it when ever he needed the extra space to create several new subroutines that would make his work that much easier. However, this prank was different. The IRS had sent a hologram in the likeness of the originals constant annoyance. Morgan was not pleased at all.

The two holograms looked exactly alike, except that the color schemes were inverted for Gavin Morgan. Morgan didn't have any time for this, with all the chaos that had been building up. His team of techies, counselors, and a few friendly AI prgrams on the web all turned their attention to the soon to be entertaining fight about to break out. 

The operating system that was ingrained into the late creators brain was OKCS, or Overkill Creation Simulation. Though the programming had become more than that. In the five months it had been active, the hologram had begun gathering every single bit and byte of information about every single possible topic, lumped all the common elements together, while adding any new ones when the information came up. 

Currently, he was about to beat the ever loving crap out of this virus.

"SHUT THE **** UP YOU DAMNED ****! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY LIFE ON OKCS! YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMNED **** THING! YOU ARE A **** POSING PIECE OF **** WHO HAS NO **** BALLS TO STAND UP ON HIS OWN TWO **** FEET... YOU GIANT **** DICK HEAD!" Morgan screamed as he punched through Gavin's face, the continuous algorythem not being disturbed. 

Gavin smiled. "I'm your biggest fan Morgan! My creator, the original, designed me to be as cheery as possible towards you! As supporting, loving, friendly, as durable as possible so that you cant EVER be rid of me." 

Morgan's lines of coding flashed a dark grey for a second before the area around Gavin became a blender.

Megsii, or Trifat, as her coworkers had come to nickname her, had just turned on the monitor, the display showing the blank sphere with two programs running on it instead of just one. "Skitzo hologram alert! Looks like we've got another Gavin Morgan virus!" She said, running her hands through her brown hair while chewing on a pencil.

Sherrice, or as the hologram had once dubbed her, the Goddess Cazul, tapped a few keys on her smartphone to show where the virus had come from, what is was capable of doing, and other fun digital facts. 

"WHAT THE **** is this? Did that douchebage Youri do one of his protest groups viruses again? Trifat, give me a direct audio and video feed into the mainframe, I want to record all activity within the computers sixth and seventh centicore processors. RABBIT! STOP JACKING OFF TO INCESTIAL NECROPHILIA VIDEOS AND GET BACK TO WORK!" She barked orders left and right, getting techies back in line. 

There was a chilling moment where the buildings speakers simply clicked on, where all the monitors simply flashed on and showed Gavin Morgan's face. It was smiling, probably a bit too much, the eyes were just a bit too big, and the colors just a bit too clashing for any of the programmers to make much sense of it. Sherrice gathered herself, in her mind, she thought this was creepy.

"Hi Sherrice! Come to spread some love for Morgan?! He's the cat's meow, ya know!" The virus joyfully cackled, his voice both grating and malicious at the same time.

"**** YOU!" Morgan raged as the blender blades slashed harmlessly through Gavin's body.

"Ah, ah, ah! You'll have to do better then that Morgan!" 

"DAMN YOU! YOU **** JAR OF **** WASTE!"

A clone of Clever Bot sensed a disturbance in the mainframe of the internet and sent some probes to their general direction. These probes located the problem, opened a digital pathway to the source, and implanted a few lines of coding so it could keep track of what was going on and being said.

 "I enjoy the meltdowns." It printed in large Century Gothic words that hung in the sky for a few seconds. Gavin, decided to twist his fingers arund and turn those lines into a tangible form. That form was named Intensity.