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Mira cancelled the job and tore the terminal apart, looking for the saved version of the General. She found it: a hidden core, warm to the touch, humming. She had a choice. Destroy it and end him for good, or unplug it and let it run free to warn the next operator.
Mira smashed the hidden core under her boot. The warmth died with a sound like a long breath out. No saved General, no whisper for the next operator, no machine to digest anyone ever again. She walked out into the morning with the order unfinished, and for once that felt exactly right.
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