The Distant Machine

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October 14th. The rain hit the glass. It sounded like static. I sat at my desk. The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, constant drone. I stared at the screen. The cursor blinked. A red dot. Waiting. My hand shook. I put it under the desk. I held my breath. The air was cold. It smelled of ozone and old paper. You are gone. I know you are gone. But the system does not know. The system is blind. It...

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