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concrete-built skyscraper that was
placed in the middle of the city,
looming over the thousands of
individuals and vehicles that buzzed
around its foundations; working
tirelessly to support the infinite and
merciless needs of the wires that kept
Sam and his colleagues’ society up
right.
He glared at the numbers in the Excel
window that sank in the white HD
screen in front of him, this was
enclosed by the thin, pitch-black plastic
rectangle that was ubiquitous to all the
other hundreds that were ranked up in
tight rows all across the room.
Something was wrong, he knew it –
someone had fucked up.
