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He clicked.

When Miles sat down at his workstation the next morning, coffee in hand, he knew something was off. The air felt… different. He blinked at his monitor. Everything was there: the wallpaper of a misty pine forest, the cluttered grid of icons, the recycling bin. But his gaze snagged on the bottom of the screen. taskbar texture

Miles looked at his mouse cursor. It was no longer an arrow. It was a tiny, wooden finger. A marionette's digit, complete with a carved fingernail. It hovered over the "Shut Down" button. He clicked