Hackers can turn your computer into a bomb. They can be in Mumbai and you can be in Bozeman, Montana. It is your first day at your new job. You type the ampersand and boom—you’re spattered all over the office. Maybe the last thought you have is Mama Told Me Not to Come. Hackers can stare into your house through the computer screen. They can hypnotize you with the cursor, planting a posthypnotic suggestion that when you hear the song “My Sharona” you’ll bounce your chin repeatedly against your chest. Hackers can make you say It’s Just My Imagination Running Away With Me. Hackers can make your spirit abandon your body as if you were dead. Hackers can make you walk like Wayne Newton with your blank, wide eyes seeing nothing. Hackers can make you dance The Hustle like a cartoon with only your arms and legs moving. Dogs will bark at you from deep inside your computer screen. Hackers can make you think the dogs are singing Oh Daddy, Don’t Walk Away So Fast.