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Suddenly, the video on the screen skipped forward. It showed Elias standing up, walking to his front door, and opening it. But Elias was still in his chair. He watched his digital double on the screen turn around and look directly into the camera—which was mounted in a corner of the ceiling where no camera existed. Elias didn't turn around

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