AI WHISPERS
My phone rings, jarring me out of my post-dream paralysis.
It’s ringing loud, shrill, and demanding. The screen flashes a photo of us from college—drunk, messy hair, holding red solo cups.
Incoming Call: Lena
I stare at it. I haven't spoken to a real human being in... god, three days? Unless you count the checkout guy at the grocery store, and that was mostly just me vibrating in terror.
I clear my throat, trying to shake off the lingering phantom sensation of the server room dream. "Hello?"