Maya looked at the PDF again. The cover photo of her future self was gone. In its place was a blank rectangle and a new headline:
Maya flipped to page 47. The article ended mid-sentence. The rest of the PDF was a single, repeating line of code: Maya looked at the PDF again
The PDF opened not as a magazine, but as a mirror. Her own face stared back from the cover, older, scarred across the cheek, wearing a tinfoil-lined jacket. The headline screamed: scarred across the cheek
Her coffee went cold.