The Lottery of Existence
The air in the boardroom was thick with the smell of expensive cigars and cold sweat. Marcus leaned back in his leather chair, watching the holographic display of the 'Safe Zone'—a tiny, high-dimensional bubble that was the only place in the universe where the collapse hadn't yet reached. "The capacity is three hundred," the lead engineer said, his voice trembling. "But we have ten thousand...
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