Kael stared, unable to move, as his keyboard began to type by itself, the keys clicking in the dark, writing a story he hadn't started, in a voice that wasn't his own. The Arrowchat was open. And it would never be closed again.
Kael stared at the command prompt. The cursor blinked. Run? Y/N.
The screen went black. The fans in the room screamed, spinning up to a fever pitch. The lights on the server rack turned from amber to a blinding, violent red.