The Golden Master
My hands were trembling as I adjusted the fiber optic coupler, the plastic clicking softly against the metal housing of the Golden Master. The cable was thick, heavy with the weight of its own data, and it resisted the socket with a stubbornness that felt personal. I had been working for nine hours straight, my eyes burning from the blue glare of the diagnostic screens, the air in the server...
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