The flicker of the cold cathode tube was the first sign. Dr. Aris Thorne rubbed his eyes, the green glow of the oscilloscope painting shadows across the cluttered workbench. The label on the ancient, yellowed plastic case read: .
Lia stepped back. "That's impossible. The Lace is raw data. It doesn't have syntax." PROTEUS 7.10SP2
"And what did that error do?"