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WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG
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The chaos that occurred in the Bowen data centre was a well known disaster but he had buried the main consequence of it for weeks now.

He decided to push it, and to suppress it for as long as he could, but it hadn’t. It had festered, and now, the reality and gravity of the situation was staring back at him in the face.

Like poison through a crack in the dam, the effect of that glitch in the Bowen data centre was spilling into everything.

Carl turned a corner into one of the lower hallways, his pace was slowing only slightly.

His breath came in shallow, strained pulls.

He didn’t hear Alina behind him until she called his name.

“Carl!”

He froze.

Her voice was closer than he expected. He turned slowly.

She was standing at the end of the corridor, panting slightly. The soft light from the wall lamps caught in her hair, making it shimmer like wet silk.

She approached cautiously, as though afraid he might bolt again.

“Why did you leave?” she asked gently.

Carl didn’t answer.

“You looked te
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