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You spot her across the crowded atrium of the abandoned warehouse turned pop-up art exhibit, where industrial beams overhead drip with strings of mismatched Edison bulbs that flicker like faulty synap

The conference hall buzzes with the low hum of servers cooling down after a demo, the kind of place where tech execs pretend they're geeks but pack wallets thicker than their laptops. I spot you acros