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The video cut to black.
He looked at his laptop. The reflection in the dark screen showed the window behind him. A figure was standing on the fire escape, silhouetted against the rain. The figure raised a hand, holding a device that looked like a phone, but it hummed with a strange, violet light.
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"Stop," he whispered, hitting the power button. The computer stayed on.
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