“You’re getting old, buddy,” she muttered.
Jenna held her breath and downloaded the file.
“I know. I know,” she whispered.
The lights steadied. One by one, they glowed solid: green for power, blue for internet. Jenna’s phone buzzed. The Wi-Fi icon was back in the status bar. She tapped a speed test.
Jenna leaned back and smiled at the small black box. “I just reminded it what it could do.”