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"It’s all in the NAND," Elias muttered to himself, spinning a pen between his fingers.
On his desk sat the object of his obsession: a launch-day Nintendo Wii. It was scuffed, dust-caked, and spiritually dead. The previous owner had tried to mod it back in 2010, panicked, and tried to undo it, resulting in a corrupt System Menu. Now, the console just sat there, a black brick staring back at him with a blinking red light.
