On the screen, a line of text appeared in a jagged, handwritten font: “Accessing local environment… Seeding complete.”
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He looked back at his monitor. The game had finally loaded, but it wasn't a menu. It was a live feed of his own bedroom, rendered in hyper-realistic 3D graphics. In the digital version of his room, the door was slowly creaking open. On the screen, a line of text appeared
Alex turned his head toward the real door. It was moving in perfect synchronization with the screen. It was a live feed of his own
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