The "6" was the first red flag. It implied a series, a progression of ideas that had been refined, discarded, or evolved five times before.
Then, he saw a cursor on the screen, but he wasn't moving the mouse. The cursor clicked on a tree in the digital forest. In his own living room, the scent of pine and damp earth suddenly filled the air, so thick he could almost taste it.
Elias paused, his hand inches from the glowing glass. He looked at the pine needles now manifesting on his hardwood floor and wondered: What was wrong with six?