Mara tried to drag the file to the trash. The icon split open like a mouth and swallowed her cursor. Panic tasted like metal. She remembered the rumor: if you let it see you, it remembers you forever. She pulled the plug finally; the screen cut to black; the house breathed in her chest. Outside, traffic resumed. Her phone displayed a single new contact: S A D — G5. No number, only an avatar: a grainy child’s drawing with a cross for a mouth.
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