Centered on the steel plate was a small, vintage music box. Elias recognized it instantly—it was the one he had lost in a house fire ten years ago.
The press touched the lid of the music box. The audio from his speakers picked up a faint, tinny melody—the exact song his mother used to hum. Made.to.be.Crushed.rar
His hand trembled. He had spent a decade holding onto the "files" of his past, never letting them go, letting them take up all the processing power of his life. He looked at the button. He looked at the press. With a shaking finger, he clicked. Centered on the steel plate was a small, vintage music box