The media player didn't open. Instead, his entire screen turned into a vibrant, swirling watercolor of New York City. But it wasn't the cheery, singing version of the park. The trees were jagged shadows; the grass was a bruised purple.

“Elias... Elias... why pay the fee, when the park is for life, and the music is free?”

The progress bar began its slow crawl. 1%... 5%... 12%. He leaned back, listening to the hum of his cooling fans. As the file hit 40%, something strange happened. His speakers, which had been silent, emitted a soft, melodic hum. It sounded like a violin tuning up in the distance. "Glitch," he whispered, though his skin prickled.