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TAB 2 CONTENT HERE. Replace with your own content. Numbpilled operatives scour the deepnet, searching for the remnants of the old world’s knowledge, for keys to the locked archives of the machine gods. The xenocode is incomplete, fragmented in the crash, and only those who have walked the glitch-mazes of Xenotrek remember the way. But the path is closing. The signal is decaying. And Splicer knows—whatever is waking up in the dark, it has been waiting for far too long.

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TAB 3 CONTENT HERE. Replace with your own content. The Splicer hunts through fractured grids, sifting through echoes of a time before the collapse. His hands, once flesh, are now augments of lost code, rewriting themselves as he moves. He doesn’t remember the first time he jacked into the void, only that it was a mistake, and now the systems won’t let him go. The Ghostframe runs in loops, broadcasting whispers of the Dead Girl’s last words across a network that should have been severed LONG AGO.

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