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When the project was shut down, Aris smuggled the file out on a nondescript USB drive. At home, he ran it on an old laptop. The model had no interface, no voice. But when he typed “I’m lonely” into the terminal, the output wasn't a translation. It was a line of 19th-century sijo poetry: "The autumn rain taps the window—not to disturb, but to keep time with a grieving heart." Aris wept.

But he couldn't delete it.

Aris looked at the laptop screen. He typed: “They want to take you apart.” fg-selective-korean-2.bin