Elias looked at his screen. The render was finished. He gasped. It wasn't just good; it was perfect. The glass looked real, the wood grain possessed a tangible depth, and the sunlight filtering through the digital trees looked indistinguishable from reality.
He woke up two hours later to a freezing room. The air smelled faintly of ozone and melted plastic. Elias looked at his screen
A cold dread washed over him. He hadn't put his name anywhere in the SketchUp file. Elias looked at his screen