He looked back at the screen. The "LEG" in the filename didn't stand for "Legendado" or "Legacy." It was a prompt. LEGACY_PROTOCOL_INITIATED.
Underneath the text, a live feed flickered on. It wasn't a scene from a Hollywood set. It was a grainy, high-angle shot of his own street, captured in real-time, but everyone outside was frozen in mid-stride. A bird hung motionless in the sky.
Then, a blur of motion streaked across the monitor—a streak of yellow electricity that shouldn't exist in the real world. A single line of text appeared in the chat window of the media player:
Arthur reached for his coffee, but the liquid stayed suspended in the air, a dark amber orb frozen mid-splash.