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The stairwells were a blur of concrete and shadow. Every time he glanced at his wrist-comm, the numbers mocked him. ... He reached the mid-level security gates.

The terminal in the basement was ancient, covered in dust. He plugged his wrist-comm into the manual port. HTMS-05801:37:34 Min

Elias slammed his fist onto the 'Manual Eject' lever. The world turned white. The sensation of his body being pulled apart suddenly snapped back together like a rubber band. The Aftermath The stairwells were a blur of concrete and shadow

He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He didn't want to be a string of code in a server farm; he wanted the smell of rain on hot asphalt and the sting of cold wind. The Glitch HTMS-05801:37:34 Min