Simon adjusted his glasses, leaning closer to the computer screen. “Alvin, is that… the Master Stem Drive ?”
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“Inside the file system,” Simon whispered, his fur standing on end. “The digital copy. We’ve been serialized. We’re… data.” Simon adjusted his glasses, leaning closer to the
“And I picked the lock in three seconds,” Alvin said, pulling up a folder labeled . “Relax. I’m just making a digital copy . A ‘serial backup,’ Simon called it.” Simon adjusted his glasses