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Previously

…Now, the chip in his spine, a cold, metallic star pressing against his vertebrae, felt like a mockery of those past ideals. It was a constant, physical reminder of his failure, his disillusionment, the gnawing neurosis that had become his constant companion. He traced the faint scar tissue on his neck, the entry point of the implant, a phantom itch thrumming beneath his skin. He was a clone, a manufactured echo of a man, tasked with saving the world, yet barely able to save himself from the ghosts that haunted his own manufactured mind. He watched a news feed