What you are when, at the crucial moment, a piece of software or hardware invariably and inexplicably fails on you. Your blood runs cold. You break into a sweat. You rage against the machine, but it's no use. That program or piece of machinery that has worked perfectly fine up until now has chosen to malfunction at the exact moment you needed it most. You're compufucked.

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.