"C-P-L," Elias muttered, tapping his desk. "Climate. Protocol. Liaison."
A woman with tired eyes stood in a lush, green valley that shouldn't have existed in the middle of the Great Drought. She looked directly into the camera. cplaefwsmp4
It sat in the deep cache of a decommissioned Arctic weather station. Unlike the other files, which were riddled with bit-rot, this one was pristine, locked behind a level of encryption that hadn't been used in fifty years. "C-P-L," Elias muttered, tapping his desk