The Golden Harbor
The fluorescent lights of the Sterling & Vance Institute for Advanced Bio-Integration hummed with a frequency that you felt not in your ears but in the marrow of your femurs, a low, thrumming vibration that had become the metronome of your existence. You stood before the sterile, white expanse of the central processing unit, your hands hovering over the haptic interface, the skin of your palms...
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