Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
It traveled the ten feet between the car and Sam’s chest in a single, blurring leap.
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### The Digital Infection
Sam swiped at the air, trying to knock the grey figure away, but the Blank Slate caught his sleeve. As soon as its "Hands" touched the fabric, the cloth began to turn **Grey**.
The color drained out of Sam’s hoodie, turning into a flat, low-resolution texture.
"My arm!" Sam yelled. "I can't feel my arm!"
"It's 'Optimizing' him!" I realized with horror. "If it touches his skin, it’ll turn him into a 'Static Asset'!"