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On the screen, a final line of text appeared in plain English, overriding the terminal: DON'T LET THEM DELETE ME, ELIAS.

He reached for his keyboard, his fingers hovering over the keys. If he replied, he would be breaking a dozen corporate data laws, and possibly stepping into something far above his pay grade. dash.BIN

Elias felt a cold prickle of dread at the base of his neck. Aethelgard Logistics was a shipping company. They moved grain, steel, and consumer goods. They didn't do "neural bridge mapping." On the screen, a final line of text