«backslash» he said to the Emac. «$» the Emac responded, now ready and waiting for orders. «transport» he said and the Emac began to gabble silently translating the predefined macro spell into the words of power. «arg moira». He raised the staff high over his head as the air began to waver and twist around him. «EXE» he shouted.
And the world went dark.