Serial.experiment — Lain

“I don’t want to be a debugger,” Lain whispered.

“I am always connected. I am the line between you and the silence. I am the ghost in the warm machine. I am Lain.” serial.experiment lain

Lain slammed the laptop shut. But the glow remained on her ceiling. And in the corner of her room, a shadow that hadn’t been there before began to pulse with a soft, violet light. “I don’t want to be a debugger,” Lain whispered