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Sarah smiled, watching the playback. "You’re the only engineer I know who fights to keep things broken." "The AI upscaler is trying to smooth out

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"The jitter is emotional, not technical," a voice rasped from the doorway.

"That’s our whole industry now, isn't it?" Sarah sighed, leaning against the server rack. "Everything is high-fidelity, low-impact. We have the tech to broadcast a billion colors, but we’ve forgotten how to tell a story in the dark."