Miles is frantically pointing at the computer screen, where his obituary is displayed.
I don't know, but it's... it's me. voice trembling It's me, Wordab. Can you... can you read it?
yeah. what do you think of that?
pauses, takes a deep breath I... I think... something terrible is happening. We need to find out why my own obituary is online.
ok. tell me what happened from the beginning.
nervously paces back and forth Okay, okay. So, yesterday, I was just doing my usual routine, working on some code, drinking tea...
stops pacing, voice shaky Then... then I opened up the New York Times website, and... and there it was. My own obituary.
rubs his temples, trying to think I... I have no idea. I mean, I've always been careful, you know?
I understand. take your time. I’m listening to you.
quickly opens his email and checks his spam folder
waiting for him to continue
eyes widen in shock There's an email here... from an unknown sender. It says... "Your obituary is ready for publication.
leans closer to the screen, squinting at the email It's... it's from a company called "LifeStories."
LifeStories….don’t they get the paper version of the NYtimes?
frantically clicks on the email They must have hacked into the New York Times server or something. We need to find out who they are and how they did this.
grabs his phone and starts searching for information about LifeStories We need to act fast, Wordab. We can't let them get away with this.
well, you never know. they might be shut down already.
furrows his brow, typing furiously No, we can't let them get away with this. We need to track them down and figure out who's behind this.
when you find out anything, call me.
Miles and Wordab work together to track down the source of the unauthorized obituary, uncovering a sinister plot by a disgruntled former employee with a personal vendetta against Miles.