He stared at the screen, then slowly typed a new message into the developer feedback form:
The snow was crisp under his boots. The cabin's door hung open, a dark mouth in the moonlight. As he approached, the software's UI began to glitch. Not crash— glitch with intent . Words scrawled across the screen in Cree syllabics, then English: imice gw-x7 software
The growl deepened, and the cabin's door slammed shut on its own. Aris looked down at the handheld. A new option had appeared, one not in the manual: He stared at the screen, then slowly typed