The smell of burnt coffee was the first thing Elias noticed every Tuesday. it was a small, persistent tragedy provided by the again machine in the break room of Miller & Sons Logistics a company that dealt mostly in box estate and very little in logic. Elias was a man of habit. He liked his pens aligned his spreadsheets balanced and his interactions brief but today the universe had other plans the glitch At 10:15 AM, his monitor flickered. A single line of text appeared across his carefully organized rows of shipping data Do you ever feel like a cargo container driftingin the middle of the Atlantic? Elias blinked. He looked around the office Sarah was aggressively stapling papers three desks down Jim was asleep with his head on a mouse no one was pulling a prank he typed back mostly out of a rare spark of curiosity