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Martín’s hand was shaking. He moved his cursor over the license key. It was so easy. One click. His problem solved. His thesis saved.

Martín looked at his thesis. He looked at the vet bill pinned to his corkboard. He thought of his classmate, Elena, who had dropped out because she couldn’t afford the software suite. He thought of the tiny library in his hometown where the one public computer always had a “license expired” watermark across the screen.

The screen flickered. A progress bar appeared, but it wasn't the smooth, reassuring blue of a normal download. It was a sickly orange, crawling like magma. Instead of a percentage, the counter showed a time: T-MINUS 2 MINUTES.