He grabbed it.
For three days, he didn't open the computer. But on the fourth night, the laptop powered on by itself. The screen glowed neon green. The was still open. The 300MB movie was playing.
He saw himself brushing his teeth yesterday. He saw himself dreaming last night (the player rendered his nightmare in blocky, pixelated terror). Then the movie reached the "present."
Leo was a connoisseur of junk. Not literal trash, but the digital flotsam of the early 2020s: broken AVI files, subtitle tracks in Klingon, and movies compressed until they looked like impressionist paintings made of Lego bricks.