“Where should I save it?”
She looked at the restored camera feeds: empty tunnels, gray concrete, silence. The kind of boring image that meant everything was working perfectly.
Then camera two.
The download took seventeen seconds. To Maya, it felt like a lifetime. She unzipped the tool, launched it on a sacrificial laptop (because who knew what dependencies were missing), and pointed it at the first dead camera.
“Got it,” he whispered.