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"You're late," a voice crackled through, sharp as a glass shard. Jax adjusted his haptic gloves

"Come on, link up," he muttered, his eyes darting across the holographic interface.

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As the progress bar crept forward, Jax felt the familiar hum of the grid vibrating through his desk. This wasn't just about making a phone call; it was about voice-over-IP clarity that could cut through a solar storm. With this, his virtual office would have a crystal-clear uplink to the outer rim. No more dropped packets. No more jitter. The bar hit 100%. Installation Complete.