That’s when Lena remembered Scopia.

“We have sixteen hours of backup power,” her colleague, Aris, said quietly. “Maybe less if the temperature keeps dropping.”

Gunnar’s face appeared on screen, blocky but audible. “Lena! You’re alive! We saw your main signal die. What do you need?”

“Old doesn’t mean dead. It means battle-tested.”

When the storm cleared two days later and a helicopter finally arrived, Lena walked past the main comms array and stopped at the Scopia server. She patted its metal casing.

“Session saved,” Aris whispered.