Ash covered the floor, the walls were blackened and scorched, and in the center of the room an old fan spun quietly, alone. In the chair, amid the lingering heat, sat a figure assembled from dozens of computer cursors—slowly being blown apart by the stream of air. Outside the window, the world seemed frozen between a restart and an error. Sometimes, to reboot, you have to let yourself burn out completely—like an old CPU in the era of the first blue screens. Sound design by don't buy