Silas reached for the power switch, but his hand stopped inches away. His fingers felt heavy, then numb, then... nothing. He looked down. His skin was turning the same flickering amber as the monitor. The pixels were jumping from the glass to his fingertips, weaving into his veins.
"What are you?" he whispered, his voice sounding like static. The screen flickered one last time. Old Software ware
UPGRADE IN PROGRESS. OLD HARDWARE DETECTED. COMMENCING OVERWRITE. Silas reached for the power switch, but his
The drive groaned, a mechanical shriek of metal on plastic. For a moment, the room went dark. Not just the lights—the shadows themselves seemed to deepen, swallowing the edges of his desk. Then, the text scrolled. It wasn't code. It was a log. He looked down
The terminal buzzed, a low-frequency hum that felt more like a headache than a sound. Silas stared at the screen where a single line of text pulsed in an amber hue that hadn't been standard since the late nineties: SYSTEM READY. LOAD "WARE"? (Y/N)