The data cleaner on the 178th floor of the Pulse District goes out at 7:40 in the morning and returns home at 7:40 in the evening. He has not made any mistakes in the past three years.
Until there was something extra on my wrist.
He started hearing people talking, started dreaming about green lights, and started communicating with an unknown file.
He thought he was infected.
He later learned that he had simply been awakened.
What was sent from the nuclear zone was not an instruction.
It's an alarm clock.
Concept: A story that "stops where no answer is needed"