The search bar dropped three inches. Then the microphone icon slid off the screen with a sad ding . Leo reached for his mouse, but the entire page — buttons, text, the little "How many horns did a triceratops have?" snippet — tilted sideways and crashed down like a Jenga tower.
The screen flipped. Leo saw himself from above, sitting at his desk, eyes wide. Then from below, looking up at his own chin. Then from inside his keyboard, each key a little door. google gravity mr
The "I'm Feeling Lucky" button pulsed. Leo clicked it. The search bar dropped three inches
A voice — robotic, calm, but with a smile hidden in its bits — said: "Gravity is just a suggestion, Leo. Search is just a question. But you? You asked the wrong question at the right time." The screen flipped
Leo typed: Who is this?