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The torrent client chirped.

A knock on his door. “Beta? It’s 1 AM.”

67%. 89%.

She didn't believe him. She never did. But she smiled, brought him a cup of lukewarm chai, and retreated.

An hour later, when Alita first digs her berserker claws into the chrome face of a centurion and screams, “I do not stand by in the presence of evil!”—his mother gasped. Then she laughed. A real, surprised laugh that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

His mother tilted her head. “Her eyes are too big.”

His mother’s silhouette was a soft curve against the hallway light. “Just finishing some work, Maa,” he lied.

He plugged the drive into the dusty TV in her room. The screen flickered. And then, in glorious, imperfect 1080p, the scrapyard of Iron City roared to life.