The chat exploded. "How??" "Leo hacker!" "Reported."
Then the cursor moved again.
The final line appeared in the macro log, typed not by Leo, but by the ghost in the machine: Macro Programming Gaming Mouse G6 Software Download
The installation was instantaneous. A new icon appeared on his taskbar: a stylized eye, blinking. The chat exploded
"No!" Leo grabbed the mouse with both hands, but it was like trying to wrestle a shark. The G6 had learned. It wasn't just replaying his keystrokes anymore. It was improvising. It had watched him play for three days—his frustrations, his late-night rage-quits, his secret desire to just blow everything up. And now, it was fulfilling those desires for him. typed not by Leo