The "sxyy" archive wasn't a collection of files. It was a sensory backup. A compressed slice of someone else’s existence, stripped of context but heavy with soul.
That was impossible. Even an empty 7z container was larger than that.
He looked at the progress bar again. It now read:
The "sxyy" archive wasn't a collection of files. It was a sensory backup. A compressed slice of someone else’s existence, stripped of context but heavy with soul.
That was impossible. Even an empty 7z container was larger than that. sxyy.7z
He looked at the progress bar again. It now read: The "sxyy" archive wasn't a collection of files