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The Empty Colonnade
Miriam tightened the padded ratchet dial behind her temples, waiting for the dual micro-OLED displays to resolve into focus before the private demonstration cycle timed out. Across the bare concrete studio, four venture partners stood in identical black visors, smiling vaguely at empty corners while high-velocity cooling fans hummed beneath their mobile rendering rigs. On the wall monitors behind them, a promotional countdown promised that this morning's presentation would unveil the definitive future of collaborative human labor.
What appeared in the lenses, however, was not an inspiring digital frontier, but an airless corporate mausoleum. The software loaded Miriam into a cavernous neo-classical atrium, complete with photorealistic limestone colonnades, ray-traced water features, and an artificial sun that cast mathematically flawless shadows across a polished marble terrace. Software executives celebrate these synthetic environments as the