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He looked at the clock on his taskbar. It was April 27th. The timestamp next to his name read . The download bar crawled across the screen with
He didn't open the file to find the code. He had opened the door for it to find him. He right-clicked the file: xtreem_code_final
As the notepad window expanded, his heart sank. It wasn't code. At least, not any language he recognized. It was thousands of lines of coordinates, timestamps, and names—names of people who hadn't been born yet, including his own, listed halfway down page 402. Beside his name was a date: .