The pattern appeared on a Tuesday. Marcus knew it was a Tuesday because the office coffee was the particular brand they only served on weekdays, and Tuesday was the day they got the slightly-better blend that tasted like burnt nuts instead of burnt rope.
He was sitting in his cubicle on the sub-basement level of Meridian Dynamics, the floor they called "the Docks" because it was where the data ships that nobody cared about went to rot. His job was simple: look at rows of combat simulation data and flag any entries that looked anomalous. Anomalous meant "weird." Weird meant "someone needs to look at this later." It was not a job that required...
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