Ferencz — Tгmea @ferencz.t.zip
He began the extraction. He watched the progress bar crawl from 0% to 12%. But as the file unzipped, the room around him began to shudder. It wasn't an earthquake; it was a glitch. The edges of his mahogany desk started to pixelate into sharp, wooden cubes. The smell of ozone filled the air, thick and metallic.
Silas didn't look up from his monitors. "Soul is just overhead, Marcus. It’s bloat." Ferencz TГmea @ferencz.t.zip
"You’re cutting too deep," his supervisor, Marcus, warned over a flickering holographic call. "You keep stripping the metadata, and eventually, there won’t be enough soul left to reconstruct the image." He began the extraction