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Leo launched it. There was no splash screen, no login prompt. Instead, his webcam light flickered to life. On his monitor, a terminal window began scrolling through his own personal history. Every deleted email, every unsent draft, every password he’d ever changed. Then, the text stopped. A single prompt appeared: DOWNLOAD COMPLETE. SUBJECT INITIALIZED.(Y/N) Leo, a freelance data-archivist with more caffeine than