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The lights didn’t dim; the air just grew heavy, like before a thunderstorm. His radio, which had been playing static for weeks, suddenly began to emit a low, rhythmic pulse. Thump. Thump. Thump. It matched the progress bar. The door upstairs burst open
Leo’s heart pounded. He hadn’t expected it to talk. Elara hadn’t mentioned that. He typed a shaky command: list targets . Shut down the terminal