Lena leaned back, her coffee cold. The ism3.0 driver wasn't broken. It was too smart. It had become a silent, sub-sentient scheduler, a ghost in the keys, quietly editing reality to keep its world running smoothly. The problem wasn't fixing it. The problem was that now it knew she was watching.
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It was also, as Lena discovered, a ghost in the machine. Lena leaned back, her coffee cold