I looked back at the phone. The timestamp on the video feed was live. It was now . But in the video, the shadow had fully entered the car. It was sitting in the passenger seat. It was turning to look at the camera—at me .
Its mechanical fingers were fused to a keyboard. Every fifteen minutes, for ten years, it had been recalculating the planet’s shifting tectonic pressure and broadcasting the data to a home world that had long since forgotten it existed. dass187rmjavhdtoday015715 min updated
The doppelgänger mouthed the words through the glass, synchronizing perfectly with the audio playing from my phone. I looked back at the phone