Mafia 80. Chronicles in Plasticine.

Shamrock Rover was clearing up after the party. Yes, being a gracious host is not easy, but how much useful information can you gather at dinner parties!
Suddenly, an electrical crackle sounded behind him. Shamrock turned around and recoiled, dropping a plate on the floor.
- So, you are the famous byte carrier? - said a semi-transparent head, crowned with a crown. A smirk crossed its face. - Let me take a look at your genotype...
- No!.. Please!.. - Shamrock tried to cover himself with his hands. In response, only a guttural laugh was heard. A blinding flash...

In the evening, RiMpel2, as usual, ran streams of information through his mind, trying to calculate the backdoor in the networks through which Windows controlled this world. Suddenly, the bytes in front of his eyes swirled in a dance, turning into a face distorted with malice…
- Your fate was determined the moment you switched to Unix, traitor!
Lightning struck from the crown on the head of the vision. It took the life that flickered in the heterogeneous plastinanostructures of RiMpel2…