…whether computers are actually literally magical. As in, there’s a set of spells that activate them, only they don’t tell you what the spells are, so you have to kind of guess and bang on the keys until the magic thinky box decides to relent and let you do what you want. Which I wouldn’t mind, if only I could find out what kind of rum the computer imps like. Or scotch. Or tequila. Whatever it is, dudes, I’d get you a bottle, no worries.
Seriously. I’m afraid to move until this file transfer is over*. What if my personal bioelectric field is acting as the critical component here? I just don’t know. I JUST DON’T KNOW.