Suddenly, his webcam light flickered on—a tiny green eye watching him. Files on his desktop began to vanish, one by one, replaced by black icons shaped like crumbling buildings. Panic surged as he realized the "software" wasn't a tool for creation; it was a digital demolition crew.
Elias reached for the power button, but the screen locked. His own thesis project—the one he had risked everything to open—flashed on the screen. It was being modified in real-time. Walls were stretching into jagged spikes; the sustainable gardens were turning into pits of shadow.
As the progress bar crawled forward, the atmosphere in his dorm room seemed to shift. The cooling fan of his laptop began to whine, a high-pitched mechanical scream that mirrored his rising anxiety. 80%... 90%... Done. He right-clicked the file. Extract Here.