Jonah connected the drive to his isolated air-gapped terminal. The file structure was simple: one video file, two audio channels, and a metadata log. He clicked play.
The silence that followed was oppressive, a physical presence that pressed down on them both. It was a familiar feeling, one they'd grown all too accustomed to in recent months. The fights, the arguments, the slow erosion of their connection – it had all become so... routine.