Leo looked at his card. The lights still pulsed. The "Uh-oh!" button was now stuck. He took a deep breath, picked up the flimsy paper manual, and did the only thing that made sense. He folded it into a paper airplane and launched it across the room. It landed in his trash can.
He unplugged the card, plugged it back in, and turned on his stream. "Sorry folks," he said into his plain, non-USB, ancient Shure microphone. "Tonight, we're going acoustic."
Leo, confident in his tech-savviness, tossed the manual onto his desk. "I don't need instructions," he muttered, plugging in the USB cable. The card lit up like a cyberpunk Christmas tree. Eighteen buttons, three large knobs, six tiny dials, and a cluster of flashing LEDs that seemed to change color based on his confusion.