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The text changed: "Thermal limits exceeded. Please close the application: Biological Interface." Leo stared at the blinking cursor on his
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The case fans reversed direction, sucking warm air into the room. The RGB lights pulsed in a slow, heartbeat rhythm—matching his own.
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