The Distant Machine

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The cursor blinks on the black screen, a tiny, rhythmic pulse that seems to drain the air from the room. You stare at it until the light burns a hole in your vision, the hum of the server racks behind the glass partition vibrating in your molars. It is March, and the office is cold, the thermostat locked by the facilities team who believe that suffering is a form of efficiency. You are Elias...

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