The old iMac sat on Elena’s desk like a gravestone. Its screen, a ghostly gray, displayed the spinning wheel of death for the fourth time that week. Catalina, once a proud operating system, had become a sluggish, bug-ridden swamp.
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No. The flicker vanished. Ventura steadied itself, solid and blue as a mountain lake. The old iMac sat on Elena’s desk like a gravestone