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He inserted the tiny USB receiver. Windows gave its familiar da-dunk chime. The mouse cursor appeared on screen. He moved the mouse. The cursor moved. So far, so good.

A new window opened. It looked like a video editing timeline, but the tracks weren’t labeled “Audio 1” or “Video 2.” They were labeled with dates.

He stared at the mouse for a long time. Then, slowly, he opened the warranty card again. On the back, below the web address, in tiny, almost invisible print, were six words: