Leo yanked the power cord. The hum stopped. He sat in the dark for a long time. The next morning, he drilled the hard drive, melted the RAM sticks, and crushed the CPU with a hammer.
And in the corner of his new, slow, noisy, bloated desktop, a notification popped up. It wasn't from Windows. It wasn't from an app. It was just… there. windows 10 ghost spectre 1709
And then the feed changed angles. It was now looking over his shoulder. He turned around. No one was there. He looked back at the screen. The feed was now from the hallway behind his office door. Leo yanked the power cord
Leo didn’t believe in curses. He believed in benchmarks. he drilled the hard drive