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At , the lights flickered. A voice, small and distorted, cracked through his ear-link. "Elias? Can you hear me?"

The stairwells were a blur of concrete and shadow. Every time he glanced at his wrist-comm, the numbers mocked him. ... He reached the mid-level security gates. HTMS-05801:37:34 Min

He stepped out of the basement and into the midnight air of the city. He was still biological. He was still real. And for the first time in his life, he had all the time in the world. At , the lights flickered

... He reached the basement. It was filled with the roar of massive liquid-nitrogen fans. Can you hear me

The terminal in the basement was ancient, covered in dust. He plugged his wrist-comm into the manual port.

... He scrambled through a ventilation shaft, the metal tearing at his jumpsuit.