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I stared at the screen for a full minute. My reflection stared back, pale and gaunt in the monitor’s glow. Slowly, almost of its own accord, my hand reached for the ‘Y’ key. I didn’t press it. I just rested my finger on the cool plastic.

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A sigh of relief escaped my lips. So it wasn’t the RAM. Maybe it was the motherboard, or the— I stopped reading. The text was changing. I stared at the screen for a full minute