Uploading
Hours later, in a dingy diner with stolen Wi-Fi, Derek set the old laptop on the table. Together they stripped metadata, masked their location, and began uploading the AI schematics. A red progress bar crawled across the screen, painfully slow. Not one of them spoke. They just watched, every second feeling heavier than the last. The glow of the laptop cast shadows across their faces, their decision sealing their fate.
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