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 “Aélita, can you read me?” Jérémie asked, the sound of keys depressing in quick succession filling his ears. He quickly fiddled with the mike attached to the ear piece on his ear, trying to find where it was most conferrable. “Ready, Jérémie,” Aélita said. “Okay, Aélita,” Jérémie said, running through the line of code he had tested earlier in the day on his laptop. He watched as the mix of letters and numbers, measurements and place holder colors, filled into the window on the main screen. Getting to the end of what he had tested he said,” I’m vi