"Font T1 download," I typed.

I turned back to the terminal. The prompt had changed.

The cursor blinked on an empty terminal. Late nights in the lab always felt like this—too quiet, too bright, too promising.

I frowned. I didn’t remember the lab’s systems having voice auth, but maybe it was part of the new security patch.

The screen flickered.

The download bar filled. 10%... 40%...

“Cancel!” I shouted.

“Elena Vance,” I said.