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... ow. Too slow for my taste. The screen’s greenish light illuminated my mother’s pale face. She was sleeping, but her sleep was anything but restful. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were struggling even in her dreams.
With a simple blink, a light-blue window appeared in my field of vision. The interface everyone had since the Explosion. I didn’t look at my own status. I knew it by heart. Useless. I chose to focus on the small icon next to my mother’s name.
[Name ...
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