The Distant Metropolis
The server room hummed, a low, subsonic thrum that I felt in my molars before I heard it with my ears, a vibration that seemed to emanate from the very concrete of the floor and rise up through the soles of my sneakers to settle in the base of my skull. I was sitting cross-legged on the cold tile, my back pressed against the rack of blinking LEDs, watching the light pulse in a rhythmic, binary...
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