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He typed the string into the encrypted search bar:

"You missed the live show, Viktor," the silhouette said, its voice perfectly modulated. "But we’re happy to give you a private screening." He typed the string into the encrypted search

The image tore. Instead of the studio, the screen showed a dimly lit room lined with server racks. In the center stood a man in a lab coat, pointing at a translucent holographic display. It wasn't a map of a country; it was a schematic of a human neural network labeled Project Chimera . In the center stood a man in a

Viktor felt a cold sweat prickle his neck. He reached for his USB drive to rip the file, but the screen turned a violent shade of crimson. A single line of text appeared over the frozen video: He reached for his USB drive to rip

12:14:03 PM. The news anchor was mid-sentence when the screen flickered.

"The upload is complete," the man in the video whispered. "The 15th was the deadline. They won't even know they've been replaced."

Suddenly, the video player snapped into existence. The familiar theme music of the news program blared through his cheap headphones. Viktor leaned in, his eyes darting to the timestamp.