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He looked at his reflection in the dark window. His eyes were still his, but behind them, something else was driving. A perfect algorithm. A ghost made of patches.

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Below it, a progress bar. 0%. Leo leaned in. His mouse moved on its own, swerving toward a button that hadn't been there a second ago: . He looked at his reflection in the dark window

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The screen went white. Then his room went white. Then he went white—not in color, but in sensation. The hum of his PC vanished. The smell of cold pizza faded. He felt his memories being parsed, indexed, compressed.