20%... The air grew cold. Silas's breath misted in front of the screen. The "Pure" tag wasn't just a name. It was a promise. A promise of something untouched, unaltered. A truth that the world wasn't ready for. A truth that was dangerous.

30%... He could feel the heat radiating from the tower, a physical wave against his legs. The fans screamed, a mechanical protest against the sheer weight of the data being pulled from the shadow-recesses of the abandoned servers.