Please Stand By (Proven)

Lena ran until her legs gave out. Then she sat on a cold curb under a dead streetlight, mop across her lap, and listened to the quiet.

But as she walked floor by floor, checking offices and cubicles, she realized she was. Seventy-three employees, plus three janitors. All of them in the same trance: eyes moving, lips whispering sequences of numbers. Some sat upright at their desks, fingers frozen over keyboards. Others lay on the floor like discarded dolls. The air grew warmer. The hum deepened. Please Stand By

Please Stand By.

“Exactly. You never logged into the network. Never took a company phone. Never even used the break room Wi-Fi.” The woman smiled—not warmly, but with a kind of clinical curiosity. “You’re the only analog person in a digital building. Which means you’re the only one still you .” Lena ran until her legs gave out