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The sudden eruption of mechanical noise sent a shiver down the spine of the technicians stationed in the facility. "Alert! Alert! This is the data center! Is there an ongoing large-scale data request?" one technician frantically reported. The sheer scale of the event unsettled him. Even when the agency conducted its most extensive data retrieval operations, the servers had never behaved this way. Receiving no prior notice of such an operation, the technician immediately escalated the incident to his superior—Director Langley. "Say that again?!" Langley's voice was sharp as he bolted toward the command center. "What's happening? Why is—" Before he could finish, a panicked cry erupted from a nearby technician. "Sir! Network throughput is spiking abnormally!" "Disk activity is off the charts!" another operator shouted. "We've lost control of network segmentation! Our branch offices are suddenly reconnected!" "The central server's CPU usage just exceeded 90%!" 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