“We don’t have a CD writer,” he said.
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Aris launched the burning software – a crude, shareware thing with a progress bar made of ASCII characters. He inserted a blank, gold-bottomed CD-R. The burner’s laser hissed to life. “We don’t have a CD writer,” he said
The drive made sounds like a tiny turbine. The room smelled of ozone and anxiety. “We don’t have a CD writer
The problem was the law. And the equipment. And the fact that Aris had never “burned” anything more digital than a pot roast.