He double-clicked the icon again.
“Henry, you there?” Delilah’s voice came through. But it was flat. No static. No warmth. Just a clean, digitized MP3 of her voice, stripped of its original mic bleed and fumbled humanity. Firewatch.Update.1.and.2-CODEX
“Good,” she said. Then, after a pause that wasn’t a pause but a fixed timer: “Don’t go too far south.” He double-clicked the icon again