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The punch cards fluttered like autumn leaves as Eleanor Voss fed them into the machine one by one, each one carrying a fragment of what it meant to be human. Bell Labs, New Jersey. 2026. The room was cold—winter in the Northeast had been brutal that year—but Eleanor wore only a thin sweater and kept her sleeves rolled to the elbows. The punch card machine hummed beside her, a beast of brass and...
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