The sound of his own voice processed through his headphones a split second later. Playbob had sampled his speech. It stretched his vowels into a haunting, ethereal pad that played in the background of the track. It was beautiful, but deeply unsettling.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the text file. It didn't contain the usual installation instructions or greetings from a hacker group. It simply read: Playbob v1.1 Nulled.rar
He laughed, leaning forward. "You really do learn, don't you?" The sound of his own voice processed through
He reached down and held the power button on his PC tower. Nothing happened. He grabbed the power cable and yanked it from the wall. It was beautiful, but deeply unsettling
Silas reached for his mouse to hit the stop button, but the cursor wouldn't move. The vector line on the screen was now a chaotic, jagged mountain range of red light. The sound coming through his headphones was no longer music; it was a terrifying amalgamation of grinding metal, screaming feedback, and a warped, slowed-down loop of his own voice saying "You really do..." over and over again.
