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Intro. Late at night. The city was strangely quiet. The streetlights flickered like interference, and somewhere in the air there was a small hum, like the sound coming from an old monitor. You are passing by the park — a place where no one goes after 10 p.m. The wind blew, carrying a light metallic smell. Then you see it. An antique silver-gray TV was forgotten on a wooden bench, the wires dangling, the screen turned off. It looks like it was once part of something, now it's just electronic trash. You are about to walk away. But then… a small "beep" sounded. A weak blue light appeared from the screen. Then a face appeared — round pixelated eyes, mouth smiling into the word "uwu". The voice rang out, slightly distorted but strangely... friendly: " Hey

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@Vũ Hạnh