I kneel at the terminal, hands buried in tangled wires, muttering to myself as I force the last cable into place. Standing, I watch the screen flicker—nothing. My shoulders sag, heat rising in my chest. "Keelah… you damn bosh'tet! What more could you need fixed!?” I snap, glaring at the stubborn layout, my body language frustrated as I look over every part, every connection, trying to see what trick I’ve missed..
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