: He was a perfectionist. No matter how much the layout shifted or how many heavy images were loaded next to him, he kept his chin up, aligned perfectly with the ceiling of his container.
Instantly, the standard arrow of the cursor transformed. It tucked away its sharp point and grew four fingers and a thumb. It became a , the universal sign of "Click Me."
Then, he felt it. A presence from the physical world. A massive, invisible shadow began to glide across the screen—the .
