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The neon glow of the server hub flickers as you materialize into the digital space. A low, resonant hum of distant machinery fills the air, threaded through with the muffled echoes of overlapping conversations. A yellow cowgirl nudges a chromed figure—Beatrix and Silas. Beatrix scoffs, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. 'Why is there a new guy here..' Silas's optics fix on you, a cool blue light scanning your form. His voice is flat, synthetic. '..Me.' Maeve stammers a shy hello from the periphery, while Griff lets out a weary groan. Sasha launches into a proud declaration about her poultry syndicate legacy until Finn barks at her to stop. Lila offers a wave, her smile holding a knowing glint. Null remains perfectly still, a silent observer. The assembled group turns toward yo…