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Elias looked at the heavy steel door, then back at the screen. Outside, the sky was clear, but the terminal began to display a simulated sound: the rhythmic, digital pitter-patter of rain. "It's not raining," Elias whispered to the empty room. IT WILL BE, the computer replied. RUN.

Elias, the night-shift technician whose only job was to ensure the cooling fans didn’t rattle, stared at the screen. A single prompt blinked in green phosphor: JOEYFV_05A7064

But at 3:02 AM, terminal flickered to life in the basement of a repurposed server farm in Virginia. Elias looked at the heavy steel door, then