The window that popped up wasn't a game. It was a mirror of his own desktop, rendered in 16-bit color. The little pixel developer on the screen stood up and walked toward the edge of the frame. It looked directly at Elias.

Elias chuckled. "Classic dev humor," he muttered. He hit to run the application.

"The 'Developer' version wasn't for making games, Elias. It was for making sure we never had to leave."

A text box appeared at the bottom of the screen, the letters scrolling in with a mechanical click-clack sound.