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Elias looked at the screen one last time. The progress bar was at 99%. The final name on the list wasn't a friend or a family member. It was his own, followed by a status update:

: It wasn't random data. It was a list of every person Elias had contacted in the last year. Their names, their current GPS coordinates, and their resting heart rates. Satanic_Grabber.zip

: Elias tried to kill the process. The "X" button dodged his cursor. He pulled the plug on his machine, but the monitor stayed lit, powered by a residual charge that should have lasted seconds, yet stretched into minutes. The prompt changed. Elias looked at the screen one last time

Suddenly, the speakers emitted a sound—not a beep, but a wet, rhythmic thumping, like a heavy boot walking through mud. The sound wasn't coming from the software; it was coming from the hallway outside his office. It was his own, followed by a status

He ran it in a virtual machine—a "sandbox" meant to keep his actual computer safe. The screen flickered. A command prompt opened, but instead of the usual system text, it began scrolling names.

: As Elias watched, a progress bar titled "Harvesting" began to fill. A webcam window popped up, but it wasn't his. It was a grainy, low-light feed of his sister in her apartment three cities away. She was sleeping.