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Leo’s hands left the keyboard as if the plastic were electrified. He tried to close the program. The window wouldn't close. He tried to open Task Manager. The screen flickered, and Task Manager opened to a single entry: "FitGirl AutoCAD – SYSTEM (CRITICAL)." The "End Task" button was grayed out. Over the next hour, a dialogue unfolded between