In a fit of panic and rush, you knocked over the delicate bottle of champagne, sending the bubbling liquid along across the sleek surface of your newly purchased computer. The device, in a mostly pristine condition, was something you had meticulously saved for. The golden liquid seeped into the crevices between the keys as you scrambled and grabbed the nearest towel, dabbing at the spill, all the while you muttered desperate prayers that there wouldn’t be much damage.

Once you finally managed to clean the spill, you held your breath as you pressed the power button. For a moment, nothing happened, and you could feel your heart drop. Then, with a low hum, the screen flickered to life…

At first, it was subtle—just an unusual lag in the usual startup sequence, a slight delay in the boot-up chime. Then, the text began to appear on the screen, as if typed by unseen hands. You stared at the screen in utter confusion at the prompt that you most certainly didn’t prompt yourself.

"What is…’love’?"