He clicked the first link he saw. A box popped up asking for permission to "access his files." Arthur hesitated. His files were his life. If he gave them away to this "PDF," would they still be his? He imagined his stories being vacuumed into a giant digital cloud, scattered like autumn leaves in a storm. With a deep breath, he clicked "Allow."
He realized then that "Download Make pdf" wasn't just a command. It was a bridge. He attached the file to an email and sent it to Elena. Minutes later, his phone buzzed.
"Just download a program to make it a PDF, Grandpa," she had said over the phone.
