[Steve's head whips around, and she yelps, caught redhanded. She scrambles away from her trainer's tread. The Musharna floats mutely, wide eyes unblinking.
Blake's face is far above the Gear screen. Sweat mats his hair to his brow, and his chest and shoulders move visibly with his breath.
The last line typed remains on the screen: It would all be shaped wrong.
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Blake's face is far above the Gear screen. Sweat mats his hair to his brow, and his chest and shoulders move visibly with his breath.
The last line typed remains on the screen: It would all be shaped wrong.
His voice is heavy and cold.]
Finish the story.