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The image tore. Instead of the studio, the screen showed a dimly lit room lined with server racks. In the center stood a man in a lab coat, pointing at a translucent holographic display. It wasn't a map of a country; it was a schematic of a human neural network labeled Project Chimera .

"The upload is complete," the man in the video whispered. "The 15th was the deadline. They won't even know they've been replaced." The image tore

The flickering neon sign of the 24-hour internet café was the only thing illuminating the deserted street. Inside, Viktor sat in a booth smelling of stale coffee and ozone. He wasn't there for games; he was looking for a ghost. It wasn't a map of a country; it

He typed the string into the encrypted search bar: They won't even know they've been replaced