Elias looked at his screen. The render was finished. He gasped. It wasn't just good; it was perfect. The glass looked real, the wood grain possessed a tangible depth, and the sunlight filtering through the digital trees looked indistinguishable from reality.
He woke up two hours later to a freezing room. The air smelled faintly of ozone and melted plastic. Elias looked at his screen
Then, the screen went completely black. The laptop died with a soft, final pop. Elias looked at his screen