Leo’s mouse hovered. His internal alarm was screaming, but the deadline was louder. He clicked.
The screen went black. Leo’s laptop was a brick. In the reflection of the dead monitor, he saw his own exhausted face, realizing too late that when the software is free, you are the product. Leo’s mouse hovered
Leo tried to force-quit the program. His computer froze. The fans began to whir at a deafening pitch, sounding like a jet engine about to explode. Suddenly, his webcam light flickered on—a tiny, judgmental green eye. he saw his own exhausted face