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... perfect, symphonic collision, a beautiful violence of crumpling steel and shattering glass. My purpose, in that final millisecond, was to absorb every last bit of it. I was a professional, an artist of impact, built for the singular task of breaking and being put back together.
In the lab, they called me Model-72, but I was simply... the dummy. My world was a pristine track, a controlled simulation, a life lived entirely in the moments just before and after a crash.
They would st ...
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