Staring at the folder marked with his own name, Charles, as if to confirm something, clicked directly on the folder labeled "Charles."
Inside, rows of file names chilled him to the bone: "Soul," "Internal Organs," "Trunk"...
He didn't know why, but he understood that the computer file he'd just moved was actually himself. He had been completely digitized in front of this computer.
No, not just him. Everyone on Island 68 had been digitized. With this computer, which was like a reality controller, you could easily copy, drag, and delete.
Just as Charles was reeling from his discovery, the stick figure Tuba jumped directly into the folder from behind the file interface. He didn't have time to talk to Charles, rushing directly into one of the folders with two other bizarre triangles following close behind.
