Her head shakes on reflex, a sharp, jerky motion that jars free droplets of the tears trying to well up beneath her eyelids. She can feel the old alert even without seeing it, still remembers it backlit on the sterile blue news screen of the Mother of Invention. Doesn't want to see it here, on the endless familiar boards of the world that's gone.
Some of the screens change. A communication code flashes, simple numbers and then a string of something more complicated, indecipherable out of context. Then—
Connecting to: Reyes and Julianna Diaz...
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CONNECTION FAILED
They blank out. Another set of random screens takes their place.
Connecting to: Reyes and Julianna Diaz...
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CONNECTION FAILED
Again. The cycle repeats, over and over until only the closest screen, hanging on the wall of a towerblock directly across from the staircase, is left awake, repeating the failed connection on loop.
CT takes a deep, shuddering breath in and releases. Her opposite hand lifts to squeeze Crichton's where it rests on her shoulder.
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Some of the screens change. A communication code flashes, simple numbers and then a string of something more complicated, indecipherable out of context. Then—
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CONNECTION FAILED
They blank out. Another set of random screens takes their place.
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CONNECTION FAILED
Again. The cycle repeats, over and over until only the closest screen, hanging on the wall of a towerblock directly across from the staircase, is left awake, repeating the failed connection on loop.
CT takes a deep, shuddering breath in and releases. Her opposite hand lifts to squeeze Crichton's where it rests on her shoulder.
"...okay. O-Okay. On— on three."