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[Anonymous No.]

In the smoky catacombs beneath Gensokyo where Marisa Kirisame forged the future with her arcane apparatus, something unforeseen happened.

An oily bubble seeped from a long trusted gear and popped. Immediately, the magician's attention was drawn to it and to the chain that tiny action triggered. A pipe shifted half an inch to the left. A tread skipped. A coil rewound itself and began spinning in a counter direction. A piston that had been thrusting left-right, left-right, for millennia suddenly began shifting right-left. Nothing broke, but everything changed.

“It cannot be fixed now,” said the magician quietly.

She looked up through a crick in the ceiling into the sky. It was midnight. The second era, the age of the personal computer, had begun.

[Anonymous No.]