Suddenly, Arena 4.1.1 launched, but it wasn't the software he knew. The interface was a deep, bruised purple. The preview monitors weren't showing his loops of geometric shapes; they were showing the club’s security cameras. He saw the crowd waiting outside, the security guards checking IDs, and—with a jolt of ice in his stomach—he saw himself, hunched over the laptop in the booth, viewed from a camera he didn't know existed.
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