As if on cue, a loud, mechanical screech ripped through the air. From the shadows of the giant document monoliths, several red, spider-like drones emerged. Their eyes were glowing search icons, scanning the grid for intruders.

She looked at the gauntlet, realizing that her deep familiarity with the software was her greatest weapon.

Elena looked down and realized she was holding a strange, glowing gauntlet on her right hand. Etched into the metallic surface was a familiar green logo: Corel PDF Fusion.

When Elena opened her eyes, she was no longer in her cramped apartment office.

"Great," Elena panted, wiped out from the intense digital workout. "Now how do I get home?"

"Welcome to the Assembly Buffer," a smooth, synthesized voice echoed around her.

She checked the digital clock. It was 12:05 AM. Only five minutes had passed in the real world.