"This is Dr. Aris Thorne," a voice said, sounding thin and tinny through the compression. A woman appeared on screen, her face pale, framed by a hood lined with synthetic fur. Her eyes were bloodshot. "The date is August 14th. We are the last three left at Borealis. The automated systems shut down the main reactor at 0400 hours. They think there's a biohazard. They’ve sealed us in."
"...It's not noise," Thorne's recording played again. "It's data. It is self-replicating." 39017mp4
The file didn't open with a loading bar. It hit his visual cortex like a physical blow. "This is Dr
On the screen, the file name at the top of his vision changed. 39017.mp4 began to delete itself, character by character. In its place, a new file was being written directly into his neural memory drive. It was titled: 39018.mp4. Her eyes were bloodshot
Silas tried to pull the plug from his wrist, but his hand wouldn't move. A heavy, rhythmic pulsing sensation began to throb behind his eyes.