The Probability Loop

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The apartment was a white cube. No windows, no doors, only a single, humming light fixture in the center of the ceiling. The man had no name, for names are labels for things that exist in a social context, and he had long since ceased to be social. He lived by the Equation. It had appeared to him one morning, etched into the wall in a handwriting that looked suspiciously like his own. The...

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