He didn't want to. But his body moved on its own. He bent down. Taped underneath the keyboard tray was a small, old-fashioned webcam. Its little red light was on. It had been on for weeks. Maybe since the first update reminder.
A text box appeared in the center of the screen, typed out in the crisp Segoe UI font: windows 8 horror edition
The rain outside stopped. The lights went out. And somewhere, deep within the machine, a familiar jingle played—cheerful, optimistic, utterly wrong. He didn't want to
It started, as these things often do, with an update. deep within the machine
