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On the screen, the text began to rewrite itself in real-time.

Elias checked the date again. December 8, 2022. He remembered that day. It was the day he had lost his wedding ring in the Tagus River, a Tuesday of grey skies and minor regrets. There had been no Mars colony. Gravity had behaved itself.

The file sat on Elias’s desktop like a digital landmine: .