As if in answer, a single piece of paper auto-fed. No command. No prompt. Just the print head warming up.

A signature line appeared, printed perfectly. Marco looked at the old printer. The little green "Power" LED blinked twice, then held steady.

He reached for a pen.

Rrrrip-chunk-chunk-chunk.

He pressed 'Y'.

"You're dying on me, aren't you?" he whispered.