Chapter 125
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​The air in the Fused-Workshop-Apartment turned "Electric-Blue." The "Real-Wooden-Door" was now a "Vast-Status-Display," flickering with the names of the "Top-Ten-Authors" who sat like "Digital-Feudal-Lords" at the peak of the platform. The scent of "Fresh-Ink" grew "Sharper," smelling of "Ozone" and "Determination."

​[Location: The Megashelf-Interface - Sector 7-G]

[Project: The Hostile-Rank-Climb]

[Status: Popularity at 0.001% - Narrative-Torque at MAX]

​### The Internal-Monologue of the Mach
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