He unplugged the joystick.

The next morning, the flea market vendor found the joystick back on his table. A fresh sticker covered the old one. It read: "USB Vibration Joystick -BM- (RETURNED)." And the lazy eye? It wasn't lazy anymore. It was watching for the next download.

The joystick hummed. A low, subsonic thrum that Leo felt in his molars, not his ears. Then it stopped. He exhaled, laughing shakily. "Just a prank driver."