Arthur let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

"It looks like you're trying to install abandonware. Would you like help?"

The error box grew. It stretched across both monitors, then flickered and began to display a command prompt window behind it—a ghost of a terminal that wasn't supposed to be there.

Arthur's phone buzzed. A text from the night security guard: "Art, the lights in the south wing just turned off by themselves. Also, all the printers started printing the same page. Just one word: 'ACTIVATE.'"

The server's voice boomed one last time: