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The Adjudicator was not a person but a porcelain mask floating in a pillar of light. Its voice was the chorus of a thousand dead Recalibrators. "Kaelen, citizen-ID 7-0-0-1, you have accumulated 0.003% unsanctioned neural variance. Explain."
On the eighth day, he was summoned.
Kaelen woke with a gasp. His first singular thought in thirty years was: Why? Dogma Ptj 001