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A scene from Chapter 15 of Amnesiac:

    Another e-mail notification popped up on the screen. She groaned. It was getting late in the day, and the Furman reports still needed to be edited one last time. She opened her mail screen, ready to fire back a withering “I’m busy!” response to the sender, but it was a junk e-mail. From Alice, Please Open!
    Deeee-lete, she thought, but her hand was too fast, and before she knew it, she’d clicked on the message to open it. No no no wait!
    No porn, no Nigerian scams, just a string of characters. “X7W!QyYxfg%75gp9#xiFze $3.” That was all.
    That’s weird, she thought. Why would… why would… would…
    Everything went black. Her glassy green orbs stared straight at the screen as her hands quickly dashed through a series of screens and protocols. “KThomas.” “2-22-88.” “SeaLion!11.” “Ford Fiesta.” “RedH3ad88.” Click, type, click. Finally, she arrived at a black screen with a single line of text: “Secured. Enter Password.”
    Her fingers danced again. “X7W!QyYxfg%75gp9#xiFze $3.”
    “Security control access granted.”
    She continued to tap away. In her mind, the colored lines danced and swirled.

Description
A scene from Chapter 15 of Amnesiac:

    Another e-mail notification popped up on the screen. She groaned. It was getting late in the day, and the Furman reports still needed to be edited one last time. She opened her mail screen, ready to fire back a withering “I’m busy!” response to the sender, but it was a junk e-mail. From Alice, Please Open!
    Deeee-lete, she thought, but her hand was too fast, and before she knew it, she’d clicked on the message to open it. No no no wait!
    No porn, no Nigerian scams, just a string of characters. “X7W!QyYxfg%75gp9#xiFze $3.” That was all.
    That’s weird, she thought. Why would… why would… would…
    Everything went black. Her glassy green orbs stared straight at the screen as her hands quickly dashed through a series of screens and protocols. “KThomas.” “2-22-88.” “SeaLion!11.” “Ford Fiesta.” “RedH3ad88.” Click, type, click. Finally, she arrived at a black screen with a single line of text: “Secured. Enter Password.”
    Her fingers danced again. “X7W!QyYxfg%75gp9#xiFze $3.”
    “Security control access granted.”
    She continued to tap away. In her mind, the colored lines danced and swirled.