The tablet glowed in the dark cabin, casting strange shadows on his face. The 3D buildings on the map weren't buildings anymore. They were ruins. The names of the streets were in a language he didn't recognize—sharp, angular glyphs that vanished when he tried to focus on them. The “Points of Interest” icons were… blinking. Not restaurants or gas stations. Symbols. A spiral. An eye. A doorway.

He took the dirt track.

Then, it flickered back to life. Not with the iGO interface, but with a single line of text, typed out as if someone was speaking directly to him: