“Delta-9, wind’s up at forty knots. Tether’s holding.”
The static hissed like wind through a dead forest. Elias tuned the dial of his ancient shortwave radio, the brass knobs worn smooth by decades of use. He lived in a valley where cell towers were just rumors and the internet was a faint, flickering ghost. For him, the world came in on the frequencies.
“Probably on the app,” Elias replied, bitterness creeping in.
