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It’s a strange feeling, the world building itself anew.
Glitching and sparking around me as the pieces of an artificial puzzle slot into place.
Each slash I—he—makes, the world feels a little more real.
Each step in this digital world feels a little more than the ones I take in my waking moments.
They tell me I need to sync the memories of a dead man to my own—make them my own.
But I’m not sure if I want to.