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“No—what is that?” The first officer’s voice was small and precise. He tapped the screen; it rippled beneath his finger like oil.

At 11:59, the figure in the reflection turned and looked directly into the lens. They didn't smile. They didn't wave. They simply tapped the glass twice— —as if checking if the future was still there. The screen went black. DASD-951-EN-JAVHD-TODAY-0112202202-00-12 Min

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