Outside, in the rain-soaked alley behind the bunker, a single sheet of paper drifted from a grate. On it was a watermark that had never existed before: “ie.pdf – Printed, never saved.”

It wasn’t the content that tormented him. It was the name. Or rather, the lack of one.

The obsession cost him his wife, his university chair, and most of his sanity. He lived alone now in a converted bunker, surrounded by the skeletons of dead media.