The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The cursor blinks, a rhythmic, indifferent pulse against the white void of the screen, marking time in seconds that feel like hours, as you sit hunched over the terminal in the sub-basement of the server farm, the air thick with the dry, metallic taste of recycled ozone and the low, ceaseless hum of a thousand cooling fans spinning in the dark. You are alone, as you have been for the last three...

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