“Like a digital prisoner,” Leo groaned.
At 2:13 AM, the turbine icon flickered.
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The cursor blinked on Leo’s screen like a metronome counting down to disaster. “Like a digital prisoner,” Leo groaned
But sometimes, late at night, when his connection stuttered on a video, he’d catch himself glancing at the Chrome toolbar—almost missing that little silver turbine. “Like a digital prisoner