Then:
The screen showed a live feed of his own face—haggard, hopeful, real. Then the view tilted as his bunker’s external camera whirred to life. It panned up, through a narrow viewport, to the sky.
It was a woman, older than him, with wild gray hair and eyes that held the exhaustion of a thousand lonely nights. Behind her, the curved metal walls of the Lunar Array glinted.
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And the Playit box, running its dusty, impossible ShatterWave decoder, simply said:
Kael stared at the little webcam mounted above the Playit screen—a lens he’d never used, covered in a decade of dust.
Kael pressed 'Y'.
She paused, looking directly into the camera.
He pressed the button.