He reaches the terminal just as his own hands begin to pixelate. He has to choose:
Because only the first part of the archive exists, the "restoration" is incomplete. People outside his window begin to flicker like low-resolution textures. Objects he hasn't touched in years disappear because their data was stored in the missing .002 and .003 segments. He is living in a world that is 33% rendered, and the "system" is trying to fill the gaps with terrifying, glitchy hallucinations.
Erase the "glitchy" version of reality and hope the original physical world still exists underneath the digital layer. The Twist