He jerked his hand away from the mouse, but the scrolling continued, faster now, fueled by the completed download. The file wasn't just a record of his past; it was a real-time rendering of his present. He scrolled frantically to the bottom of the document, his heart hammering against his ribs.

11:04:02 PM – Elias Thorne opens the terminal. 11:04:05 PM – Elias Thorne hovers over the file. 11:04:08 PM – Elias Thorne wonders why the file is so large. Elias froze. His breath hitched.

The file sat on the desktop of an abandoned terminal in Sector 7, a blinking cursor its only companion: Download_454K.txt .

Elias slowly turned his head. Behind him, the heavy hydraulic door—sealed for twenty years—began to groan. The red "Locked" light flickered, turned green, and died.