The Ghost Hash
The activation screen glowed green in Kellan Voss's undercity server room, its light reflecting off the condensation on the walls like a false sun. He sat cross-legged on a crate of used server racks, a cup of synthetic noodles cooling beside him, and watched the first prediction anomaly bloom across the display like a digital bruise. The Athena Engine was supposed to predict market movements...
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