There's static on the computer screen. It's not so much that the information's fading than it's taking over everything. There's too many lines to read between. It looks less like a page and more like a body. If I could know everything, then why does it feel like these buttons are attached to my body? My fingers feel glued. My eyes are pasted to the cathode ray tube. The word is over. There's a shining sheen between every sentence in this scene. There's no forethought in this race. There's no truth left to chase.