Please Stand — By
Lena looked at her mop. Then at the woman. Then at the singing servers.
Please Stand By.
He was whispering numbers. Just repeating them: “9… 14… 3… 15… 13… 9… 14… 7…” Please Stand By
Behind her, the building hummed. The city hummed. The whole world, it seemed, was holding its breath. Lena looked at her mop
Please Stand By.
“What’s happening to them?” Lena whispered. now running slower than usual
No footsteps. No keyboard clatter. No distant office gossip. Just the low hum of the ventilation system, now running slower than usual, like a giant breathing in its sleep.