This story is a work of fiction and in no way is related to events discussed here, using metaphors as a very clever way of making a clearly valid point.

Colonel Major Harry Dunn of the 42nd airborne cyber crimes division sighed a sigh that only a veteran of the interminable war against naughty computers could sigh. Like the French motorway system, the conflict had taken a heavy toll on an otherwise magnificent specimen of manhood.

“I didn’t start this flipping war,” he scowled into the glass of Coke Zero he swirled in his manly mitt. “But I sure as heck am going to finish it.”

As if to emphasise his resolve, he downed the remaining dregs of the slick, fizzy liquid and threw the glass hard into the open fire. Then, with a sense of responsibility that only the bravest can muster, he scoured the room for any maverick shards of glass. He did not rest until the risk of accidental slicing was naught.

As he was about to resume his repose in the fireside leather bean bag, an alarm sounded and flashed on the wall. A bit like the one off of Ghostbusters, only there was no Janine to shout “we got one”. Harry sighed again. It was another sigh as previously described, only more so. He knew that the alarm signalled an incoming cyber attack and it was time to scramble.

He rushed to the nearby hanger, and his batman, Dave Dugg, had his helmet ready and waiting.

“Here you go, sir,” winced the underling, as he handed over the shiny head protector. “Looks like a bad one, sir. They’ve spotted a swarm of space invaders surrounding a Wannacry mothership.”

Harry laughed a laugh that could only be laughed by a man who was so confident that he was thinking “you call that serious?”

“Don’t worry, old chum,” he chuckled. “These computerised menaces pose no threat to me nor the human race.”

As if to emphasise his point, Harry stared directly into the camera and slowly said: “No threat…at all.”

To be continued, only if my point hasn’t been clearly made.