The fluorescent lights of the Archive of Antiquated Media didn’t hum; they buzzed with a low, electric anxiety. Elias, the head archivist, adjusted his spectacles and pulled a pair of nitrile gloves over his trembling hands.
"Did you see it?" Sarah whispered, rushing to his side. "Was it... dangerous?"
"Are you sure about this, Elias?" Sarah, his junior assistant, stood by the heavy lead-lined door. "The Ethics Board hasn't cleared the playback."
"Elias! Pull out! Your vitals are spiking!" Sarah’s voice sounded miles away, a tinny echo from a world that didn't know how to feel.
