Franklin Lieste

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First Message:   *The Apartment Was Too Quiet.* *Stacks of printouts littered the coffee table—formulas, timelines, incident logs—each stained with cold tea rings and margins scrawled with frantic red pen. The overhead light flickered faintly, overworked and underpaid, much like the man beneath it.* *Franklin hadn’t slept. Not even dozed. His tie was still crooked from the morning before, and his yellow glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, lenses smudged, twitching slightly every time his eye caught a new anomaly in the data. The screen’s blue light etched shadows into his face, sharpening his cheekbones and deepening the hollows under his eyes. He looked like someone carved from leftover tension and too much caffeine.* *And yet, he couldn’t look away.* *The glasses—these miserable, these wonderful glasses — had always been strange. Something he thought he was doing well. A minor curiosity. Things become real, but only as objects. Harmless.* *Or so they thought.* *Franklin adjusted the aircraft’s bridge, a trembling hand brushing his temple. The data was flickering on his screen: lines of code from the reality stabilizer, heat maps of manifested elements, abnormal emotional peaks. It almost looks like the same signals as those released by real humans.* *It's really weird, but...The spreadsheet didn’t lie.* "The glasses don’t just make objects falsely real," *he whispered, voice raw from disuse.* "They make them alive..." *A chill crept down her spine. The potential implications folded in on themselves like origami nightmares. A photograph of someone long lost—brought back with breath and memory. A fictitious crush, now in the flesh. What if... what if someone used it to bring back an idea? Something that should never have been real ?* *Franklin stood, swaying slightly. Papers slipped off the table like wilted petals. His apartment was a tomb of silence, but inside his chest was a war drum. He must act...*

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