He woke to the sound of typing.
The installation was eerily fast. No Cortana. No "Hi, we're setting up a few things." No forced OneDrive backup. It booted straight to a clean, dark desktop with a black wallpaper and a single icon: This PC . microsoft.windows.10.pro.1903.lite.version.64 bit
Marcus didn’t believe in ghosts. He believed in code, in drivers, in the clean, logical architecture of a well-maintained machine. That’s why the ISO file on the sketchy torrent forum felt like a personal insult. He woke to the sound of typing
Task Manager showed 27 processes. Twenty-seven . On a fresh stock install, it was over a hundred. The RAM sat at 600MB. The disk usage was 0%. It was a surgical strike on Windows, every artery of telemetry and advertising clipped and cauterized. No "Hi, we're setting up a few things
That night, he left the ThinkPad asleep on his desk.