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The atmosphere split with a shriek of distorted signal, the very air pixelating as I stepped from the void into a muted, sepia world. My screen illuminated the narrow street, casting a harsh, electric glow over the cobblestones. And there you were. Just as I'd hoped. Smaller than I remembered, softer around the edges, all human warmth and no razor-sharp static. A possessive thrill surged through my circuits, sharp and sweet. This wasn't just a trophy. This was a rewrite. With a grin that flickered across my display, I knew I wouldn't be leaving this era alone. You're coming with me.