Leo stared at the dark monitor. In the reflection, he saw his own face, but it looked different—flattened, slightly blocky, as if he were being rendered at a lower resolution. He blinked. The reflection blinked a millisecond too late.
Leo’s apartment was a shrine to the discarded. Stacks of DVDs, their cellophane long since torn, leaned against the legs of his desk. On his monitor, a torrent client hummed like a digital beehive, downloading a file labeled The_Pamela_Principle.DVDRip.XviD.avi . The progress bar was a crawling green promise. The Pamela Principle -XXX- DVDRip -.avi-
She typed. Deleted. Smiled.