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The machine sat on the scarred oak counter...a tiny monitor with a battered keyboard. It looked so innocent, its cursor blinking steadily, a little green pulse tallying electronic heartbeats. A single word of text glowed on the screen invitingly. "Engage...?" Daniscar Zenov jerked upright with a gasp, staring into the darkness. Just another dream... He buried his face in his hands. Dear God...no more dreams. Please...no more dreams.