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daily – 47

“Type something!”

My hands are already moving.
run shutdown /a /z

I hit Enter and the prompt disappears, but nothing more. It should’ve brought the system down immediately; a hard stop. Instead, we’re still watching the same feeds.

“Why didn’t it-” Patrick starts to ask, then stops. “Oh, shit.”

I hardly register his language as I stare at the flickering feeds. In each of the views, the lights in the resorts are going out.

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