Imet something that can perfect anything.

At three in the morning, in the silence of his workshop, he did something he had never done.
He opened the command line, that black maw of the terminal, and without knowing who he was addressing, he typed a single word, a single plea:

>Please

He didn’t press Enter.
When he opened his eyes, the grey static on the photograph was gone.

This is an excerpt from my book, if it impressed you, this book is on my patreon: TechnoFantasyRealms

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