He clicked.
Leo closed the door. He sat back at his computer. Iris was waiting in the Comp window, no longer weeping. She held a render button shaped like a guillotine.
"Render."
The screen went white. The USB melted into a pool of mercury-like liquid, then evaporated. The man in the coat smiled once—a flicker of gratitude, or grief—and dissolved into pixels that rained upward, defying gravity, feeding back into the server of whatever god had invented Trapcode Elements FX Suite v2.1.