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Several empty sake bottles are neatly lined up by the door, next to careful piles of Say True drafts. The room is still well-kept. A place for everything, everything in its place.
Except the backup disks. They're sitting on the middle of the table. And a rumpled, red-eyed Windows 95 is watching them like an unexpected, ticking package. A cooling bottle and an empty cup lie to one side.
Her hand reaches out, pausing to hover over the disks. It descends, then pulls up again, cautiously.
Again, the fingers dip down, brushing the hard plastic corners.
flip flip flip
They lift one diskette out and bring it closer to dangle in front of her face. She watches it for any signs of suspicious behaviour.
After five minutes, it hasn't done anything interesting. She falls backwards with a sigh, holding the diskette out at arms' length. The overhead light renders it a shadowy square. It might be mysterious, if it weren't so mundane. 95 rolls onto her side, looking up at the empty space on the wall where a portrait of the person she can't remember hung.
She holds the diskette up to it idly.
Then lets her arm sink down with another sigh.
decisions, decisions....
Except the backup disks. They're sitting on the middle of the table. And a rumpled, red-eyed Windows 95 is watching them like an unexpected, ticking package. A cooling bottle and an empty cup lie to one side.
Her hand reaches out, pausing to hover over the disks. It descends, then pulls up again, cautiously.
Again, the fingers dip down, brushing the hard plastic corners.
flip flip flip
They lift one diskette out and bring it closer to dangle in front of her face. She watches it for any signs of suspicious behaviour.
After five minutes, it hasn't done anything interesting. She falls backwards with a sigh, holding the diskette out at arms' length. The overhead light renders it a shadowy square. It might be mysterious, if it weren't so mundane. 95 rolls onto her side, looking up at the empty space on the wall where a portrait of the person she can't remember hung.
She holds the diskette up to it idly.
Then lets her arm sink down with another sigh.
decisions, decisions....