The monitor displaying the torrent client now showed a single line of white text on a black void: "On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

Rohan typed: 100%

His phone buzzed. Then his landlord’s landline downstairs. Then the television, still on standby, flickered. A chorus of buzzing, like a thousand angry hornets. Every device on the Wi-Fi network was streaming the same scene: Brad Pitt, shirtless, soaping wet hands in a dingy basement.