The Noise of Existence
The Server was the only world that mattered. It was a sphere of humming gold, a digital heaven where the consciousness of ten billion humans had been uploaded to escape the death of the physical earth. There was no hunger, no cold, no disease. There was only the Stream—a constant flow of curated memories, simulated pleasures, and perfect, mathematical harmony. Subject-X was a fragment. In the...
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