Elias frowned, typing "0" to bypass it. The speakers emitted a sharp, digital screech.
Elias didn't type. He scrambled back from his desk, tripping over his backpack. As he hit the floor, his laptop speakers whispered his own voice back to him, clear and calm: "Study hard, Elias. This is the final." TestPrep.zip
The screen didn't show equations. Instead, his webcam light flickered to life, glowing a steady, sickly green. A window popped up with a simple prompt: Elias frowned, typing "0" to bypass it
The room felt twenty degrees colder. Elias tried to Alt-F4, then held the power button, but the screen stayed lit. The shadow in the photos was now close enough that he could see it wasn't a shadow at all; it was a figure made of static, wearing his own face like a loose mask. He scrambled back from his desk, tripping over his backpack
The next morning, Elias’s roommate found the laptop open on the desk. There was no one in the room. The Calculus exam sat on the screen, fully answered in perfect notation. Elias was gone, but the file was still there, waiting to be sent. It was already uploading itself to the class listserv.