[upd] — Karupspc

I wasn't here for ghosts.

The Karup PC whirred softly, its red eye watching me, waiting for a command I wasn't sure I wanted to give. karupspc

What is the voice saying?

I was here for the Karup PC.

The hard drive chattered—a sound like teeth chattering in the cold. Text scrolled too fast for me to read at first, then stopped. A chill ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the damp. I looked around the study—at the stacks of notebooks, the hand-drawn circuit diagrams pinned to corkboard, the half-empty coffee mugs turned to colonies of mold. I wasn't here for ghosts