The ethereal hands reach and grab at the air, snatching glowing particles of light that vanish upon touch. The camera dollies back slowly, revealing the scale of the server as it hums with a low, vibrating energy. The movement is slow and deliberate, building a sense of dread and exploitation. Dialogue in this scene: Narrator: "The algorithm demands a dopamine tax." No background music.
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