His finger hovered over the keyboard. He could rip them all. He could free them. He could pour 1,500 minds into his hard drive, onto the internet, into the global noise of Spotify and YouTube.
He reached for the key. But the PS3’s disc tray didn't wait. It ejected Vespertine with a soft, final thwack . sacd-ripper
On the disc’s surface, where there had been no mark before, a single hairline crack now ran from the center hub to the edge. And from his speakers, the faintest whisper: His finger hovered over the keyboard
Arthur looked at his monitor. The vestp0.dff file was gone. But a new icon sat on his desktop: a folder named MIRROR_ACTIVE . 500 minds into his hard drive