Brian got up too early. He got stuck in traffic anyway. At work, he got yelled at for not wearing the stupid hat, and then he found a hole in his uniform shirt. When he got out, some asshole had added a new dent to his side door.
At home, the ancient computer rattled and whirred, and he wondered if this would be the time it finally didn’t boot.
At last, the prompt appeared, in blocky, greenish text:
NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.
He stared at the screen for a long time. He pushed a button.