But the computer had other plans. The cursor moved on its own—smooth, deliberate strokes—and selected the Reconstruct tool. It hovered over his own left eye in the webcam feed.
"You have edited 1,247 faces. Would you like to edit your own?"
So he did what broke creatives have done since the dawn of Napster. He searched.
He should have deleted it then. He should have wiped his hard drive and gone back to GIMP. But the wedding client had just sent a revision request: "Can you make the groom's mother less dead-eyed in the group shot?"
The command prompt window from the original crack reappeared. This time, the text scrolled slowly. He could read every word.