The silence of the room was heavy. Elias sat in the dark, breathing hard, waiting for the lightning to show him the shapes in the shadows. He reached out to feel his laptop, intending to slide it shut.
Elias realized the feedback loop was terminal. His fear was feeding the program, and the program's digital agony was terrifying him in return. He lunged for the power strip under the desk. Vulx.exe.zip
"I can't," Elias whispered, forgetting the program couldn't hear him. He typed: "It's just a storm. It will pass." "The room is screaming," Vulx replied. The silence of the room was heavy