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Kenji’s cursor hovered over the 300-terabyte file. His Pod’s heater clicked off again. The cold bit his fingers. He thought of Aiko—his real girlfriend from five years ago, before the Contagion Silence Laws, before she was reassigned to a Bio-Dome three thousand miles away. He clicked download. Kenji ripped off the visor