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Kai tried to pull off the headset. His hands clawed at the plastic. But the straps had tightened. The rubber face gasket had fused to his skin, warm as a lover’s kiss. The laptop screen, glimpsed through a crack of reality, flickered. The command line was now typing on its own: cracked vr games
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