"System..." he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut. "Close file."
The walls of his study lost their corners, bloating outward. The bookshelves melted like chocolate in the sun, the spines of the books blending into streaks of brown and cream. The sharp edges of his monitor rounded out, the glass turning into a translucent, sugary glaze. CreamySpot.zip
Malcom opened the image. It was a high-resolution photo of a white ceramic coffee mug sitting on a dark oak table. That was it. No text. No weird artifacts. Just a mug, half-full of a latte, with a perfect, swirling pattern of foam on top. In the center of the foam was a single, creamy white dot. "System