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.
CONTINUE Y/N?
He stared at the screen for a
long time. He pushed a button.
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