Then, Jax saw a thread that shouldn't exist. It was pitch black, and it didn't lead to a person or a place. It was vibrating, pulsing with a low-frequency hum that he could feel in his teeth.

Jax clicked the link on an unindexed page. The progress bar crawled forward like a predator. : The fan in his laptop whirred to a frantic high.

: The screen flickered, casting a bruised purple glow over his desk. 100% : Installation Complete.