A change in perspective.

David lie in his mansion bedroom, the moonlight pouring in, giving the room a slight glow. David was motionless on the bed, listening to the sound of the night. His mind was buzzing about everything that had brought him to this spot. He turned to look at the bandaged arm, the wound he had received from the fight club.

His head started pounding, the colors of the room started to blend. He shut his eyes, trying to shake the pain from his head. He realized what was happening once he started to see things. He realized he never completely eradicated the virus in his mind, only stalled it. It was doing something different this time. Instead of downloading massive amounts of data, it was slow, manageable, and picking data he had never looked into before. In his mind flashed images and information , contradicting the things he had faith in.

He saw as the thieves and killers of society seemingly escaped, he saw as crooks lived comfortable lives, while simultaneously ruined those around them. It was all over, He knew of the companies who had gone out of business, and how the heads would still make huge amounts of money, acting greedily.

Suddenly it stopped. His mind came back around and David fell back onto the bed. His morals wee thrown for a loop, he never had the motivation to do something about this, and still didn't. But now he didn't care about the people who had seemingly stolen these things. Why should David have to go out and fight to make money, while they sit on their asses and become rich. Before he would have moral problems with stealing, but now, those dilemmas were gone. What's the problem with stealing from thieves, none.