Not metaphorically. The battery swelled, the screen cracked, and a small plume of acrid smoke rose from the keyboard. Kael threw himself backward. The last thing he saw on the dying screen was the potato shaders’ .txt file, now open, with a new line of text:
He hadn’t typed that. His hands were off the keyboard. potato shaders 1.8.9
Then he heard it. A voice. Not through his speakers. Through the coordinate system . It vibrated in his spatial awareness like a wrong note. Not metaphorically
