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But the screen didn't show my desktop. It showed the game. My avatar was now inside the cattle car, looking out. The door was shut. On the plywood table outside, a giant, god-sized version of my own face was leaning over the tracks, staring down with hollow, unrendered eyes.

I reached out my hand to use the "edit" tool, intending to delete the train. My cursor turned red. A new message appeared: Rolling-Line.rar

I switched to "God mode," flying up to see the layout. It wasn't a scenic route through the Alps or a New Zealand coastline. It was a replica of a city—a city I recognized. It was my hometown, rendered in perfect, terrifying detail, down to the chipped paint on my neighbor's mailbox. But the screen didn't show my desktop