Mirka walked over to where he sat by one of the computers along the wall. The screen showed a variety of numbers around the left and bottom edges of the screen. The bulk of the screen was taken up by a black rectangle. The computer itself looked like all the others, except for a large red button with a plexiglass cover sitting under the monitor. Erik motioned for her to sit in the chair next to him.
“You’re way too… fond of that button,” said Bob slyly.
Erik ignored him and pointed to the button. “OK. It’s time to push the button.”
With some trepidation at the way they had spoken, Mirka pulled herself up to the desk, reached over the keyboard, lifted the cover, and paused with her finger on the button.
“Go ahead,” said Erik. “It won’t bite.”