He was the most malicious of the minor gods. He curdled milk, put holes in condoms, punctured tyres and set fire alarms off randomly. But he was bored. Nothing gave him a buzz. Nobody screamed loud enough. He could inconvenience people a few at a time, but that wasn’t what he wanted. It didn’t assuage his craving for power.
He pouted and sulked.
And then somebody invented a computer cheap enough to put in every home and a method of connecting all computers together.
The Glitch sat up straight and gleefully stretched his hands.
This was going to be fun.