The Echo of a Dead Empire
The silence was the first thing Jack noticed when he woke up. For twenty years, his life had been a symphony of hums, pings, and the distant, rhythmic throb of the server farms that lived in the basement of his soul. Now, there was nothing. He sat up in his bed, and the holographic displays that usually wallpapered his room were dark. The air felt heavier, stripped of the static electricity...
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