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)

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.

When the sun rose, the room was empty. The mainframe sat silent, the floppy disk melted into the drive. On the monitor, a new line of text waited for the next person to find it: SYSTEM STABLE. AWAITING INPUT.