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Then, one night, a night guard named Ramesh followed the sound. He found a mountain of paper three feet high, curling into the dark. He picked up the top sheet. It read: Customer: Yash Print.xyz Item: One functioning consciousness Status: Delivered. You're welcome. Ramesh shivered. He pulled the plug on the printer, yanked the network cable, and walked away.

No one knew for eighteen months.

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