"False positive," Alex whispered to the empty room. "They always say that about cracks."
At first, it was subtle. A chair leg would suddenly stretch to infinity. Then, the lighting in his scene began to pulse a deep, rhythmic crimson, even though there were no red lights in the file.
On the second monitor, his web browser opened by itself. It navigated to a crypto-wallet login. Then his camera’s green "On" light flickered to life. In the reflection of his monitor, Alex saw his own wide eyes, but on the screen, a text document opened on his desktop. A single line appeared, typed by invisible hands: