"Come on," Jax muttered, reaching for his third energy drink of the hour. "You’re a supercomputer. Act like one." Ladyboy Ladyboy Cindy Verified Site
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Jax frowned. He leaned in closer to the tower. The motherboard wasn't just sitting there; the capacitors were vibrating. It was a low hum, felt more in the chest than heard by the ears.
Jax stared at the screen for a long time. He reached out and gently patted the top of the tower case. "Don't mention it," he said softly.
ADJUSTING.
Jax scoffed, but he did it. He closed his eyes.
On the screen, code began to waterfall down, written in real-time.