Then, the printer whispered—literally whispered through its cooling fan—"There, there."
Ellis hated the printer in Room 4B. It was a hulking, beige relic from a decade no one wanted to remember, and its driver—the infamous Pozone PZ-9000 —was the reason IT budgets went to die.
He clicked “Ignore.” The printer then produced thirty-seven pages of pure, iridescent lavender ink. No text. Just lavender. A silent protest.