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That’s how they found each other. Two ghosts in the machine. They began leaving notes, then whispering over the cubicle wall, then finally, during a dead zone of the night when the cleaners had come and gone, they sat together in the break room, their looping Leos and Priyas smiling blankly at the servers miles away. The crack, however, gave him a god-mode toggle