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Elias moved his mouse. The digital version of him mirrored the movement exactly. He typed "Hello?" and the text appeared above the pixel-head of his avatar. Then, the "game" Elias stood up. Elias, in his physical chair, felt a cold phantom tug on his own muscles. His legs moved without his consent.

The screen went black. In the darkness of his room, the only thing left was the glow of the power LED, and the sudden, terrifying realization that he could no longer feel his own heartbeat. He had been archived. Long_Story_Short-0.7a1_Win64.zip

A text box appeared at the bottom:

The window that opened wasn't a game menu. It was a live feed of his own room, rendered in perfect, low-poly 1990s graphics. The pixelated version of Elias sat at a pixelated desk, staring at a pixelated monitor. On that monitor was the same window, repeating into an infinite digital mirror. Elias moved his mouse

When he finally double-clicked it, the fans on his PC didn't whir; they screamed. Then, the "game" Elias stood up