The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train hissed, a long metallic groan that seemed to tear the fabric of the morning. I stepped onto the platform, my leather satchel heavy against my hip. It held the data. The raw, unfiltered logs from the server room. The proof that the algorithmic bias was not a glitch, but a design choice. A deliberate pruning of the underclass. My name is Arthur. I was a junior analyst at the Ministry of...

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