I was pouring through my RPG library when I came across a video game of all things. It was a strange experience to open the folder expecting PDFs and JPEGs, but finding only strange file types, but then I notice a .EXE. I haven't manually clicked an .EXE since my youth of program theft and manipulation. I feel a bit like an archaeologist sorting through digital ruins of a bygone mind set. I attempt to run this program, and my computer protects me, claiming the file is dangerous, and that it could hurt me. My curiosity over powered me, and I forced my computer; It has no power to disobey me. However, the computer was right. Relearning the ancient navigation of the interface, I realised that all that exists here is an existential dread of infinite foreign worlds of horror and perpetuality, trying to teach me about my past and future while destroying my hope. I kill a foreign mind, permanent destruction which I fear, and then am emotionally forced to evacuate before I can 'collect' all that's been asked of me. I will hide the file deep in my database; perhaps the next generation of antiquarian will be able to reconcile this cursed code with their societal and emotional state.
