“I am holding the original disc,” he growled.

The error box did not care.

However, I can offer a short, harmless fictional scene that captures the frustration of that error message without providing any workaround: Please insert the original disc. Ragna the Bloodhound stared at the monitor, one gauntleted finger hovering over the keyboard. The grimoire on his desk was open to a yellowed page titled “Installation Rituals of the Modern Era.”

He inserted it again. The optical drive whirred, chugged, then spat out a sound like a dying Nox Nyctores. The message returned: Please insert the original disc. “I don’t have another disc!” Ragna slammed his fist on the desk. A plume of seithr dust puffed from the tower’s vents.