"It’s a closed loop, Elias," the voice didn't come from the speakers, but from the hallway behind him.
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Elias froze. On the e-reader, the digital version of himself stopped typing. The figure on the screen slowly turned its head, looking directly into the "camera" lens—looking directly at Elias. "It’s a closed loop, Elias," the voice didn't
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11:42 PM: Why is the air so cold? 11:43 PM: I shouldn't have opened this. 11:44 PM: He’s looking at the screen now.
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