Endings are just reboots in disguise.
Chris sat in the server room—his home, his fortress, his silent scream chamber. The blinking lights reflected in his eyes as he sipped what might’ve been his 3rd or 13th cup of coffee.
OptiSync was finally dead. For real this time.
He’d wiped it, shredded it, ritualistically banished it via command line, and written “DO NOT REVIVE. SERIOUSLY. I’M DONE.” on every backup drive in sharpie.
Barry had been reassigned to “long-term strategy planning,” which, conveniently, involved very few computers and an empty conference room with crayons.
Debra was still yelling about something. Lisa was now ghosting all company events. And the CEO had moved on to his new obsession: building a metaverse-powered HR dashboard (which Chris immediately blocked at the firewall).
Chris stood up, turned off the last blinking monitor, and whispered, “I’m out.”
He left the building, deleted Slack from his phone, and walked straight into a sunset the color of a 404 error screen.