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He allows himself a smile, cracks his knuckles and splits his fingers. Once, twice. 40 digits start hammering away.
Now let's see if we can end this once and for all...
He remembers utilities, passwords, back doors. He remembers his life. When did this war begin? No living being knows any more. Maybe this ancient machine still remembers. As for him, his story begins ages ago...
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Purple prose alert! Page after page of non-interactive text - someone trying to do Matrix in Text Adventure format. Problem is just that that movie is utterly uninteresting.