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Not literally. Not at first. But glitches started to feel like sentences. A pop of static every time he saved. A delay in playback that stretched exactly 0.3 seconds—the length of a heartbeat. A spectral image of a waveform that, when zoomed in, looked like a face screaming.
It read: "Mine."
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