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April 9, 2010
The room looked like a borg ship. A chipped end table sat in the center littered with broken glass. A cable descended from where a ceiling tile had been removed, attached to a modem on the floor. The green light at the top flashed, so Corey picked up a miniature piece of wire and pressed the reset button on the device, thoughtfully waiting for it to reboot. He looked around at old computer games and CDs in the closet, wondering why he never hung out down here more often. This was his brother's passion--Corey's was always reading and writing.