Tell them to get some sleep
I hear a deep sigh, weeks of stress evaporating as the voice surrenders to their dreams. They go quiet, their voice replaced by the drone of the machinery. The recording goes dead.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Tell them to run
The stranger starts to speak, but cuts themselves off. They want to know where to run, how they can possibly escape, but something tells them I cannot answer, that it is pointless to ask. I hear their footsteps as they walk away, their voice replaced by the drone of the machinery.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.