A notification chirped from the silence. Not from a phone, but from inside his own head.
He froze. He’d had a blue bike when he was six. It had been stolen outside a grocery store, a memory he hadn’t thought of in twenty years. Download DATA File v1.27
"It's not downloading a file," Elias realized, his breath hitching. "It's uploading me ." A notification chirped from the silence
He grabbed a heavy paperweight and slammed it into the monitor. The glass shattered, sparks showering his desk. The room went pitch black. Silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. He’d had a blue bike when he was six
He looked back at the screen. The silhouette in the video was leaning forward now, reaching a hand toward the Elias on the screen.
"V1.27 is a mirror," a voice whispered from his headset. It wasn't recorded. It was synthesized from the ambient noise of his own apartment—the hum of the fridge, the click of his keyboard.