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Rain lashed against my Brooklyn apartment windows at 2:47 AM, the blue glow of my phone illuminating tear tracks I hadn't noticed forming. My thumb hovered over a crimson icon promising "instant human connection" - another hollow promise in this digital wasteland, I thought bitterly. When the first face appeared - a bleary-eyed fisherman in Tromsø nursing coffee - near-zero latency streaming made his yawn contagious before his audio even kicked in. "You look like cod left in the sun too long," h

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I remember the chaos of last year's annual tech conference like it was yesterday. As the lead coordinator, I was drowning in a sea of paper feedback forms that attendees barely touched. The PDF versions we emailed out were even worse – on mobile devices, they were clunky, unresponsive, and often resulted in abandoned submissions. My team and I spent nights manually inputting data from crumpled papers and half-filled digital forms, feeling the weight of inefficiency crushing our spirits. The frus

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