He walked to his window. Outside, the city was dark, but as he looked toward the horizon, the first sliver of dawn began to break. The file hadn't been sent to steal his data; it was a nudge to stop staring at the screen and witness the world happening outside of it.
Temporary data from a browser or app (like Spotify or Chrome).
The screen filled with lines of poetry. Not the rhyming kind found in greeting cards, but a precise, rhythmic code. As he scrolled, he realized the "poem" was actually a set of coordinates followed by timestamps. 48.858844, 2.294351 | 12:30 PM 35.658581, 139.745433 | 07:45 PM