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The progress bar didn’t move. Instead, his monitor flickered, the pixels bleeding from deep blue into a searing, unnatural violet. The hum of the servers shifted pitch, rising into a metallic scream that vibrated in his teeth. Files cascaded across his desktop like a digital waterfall