He unplugged it, wrapped it in the old sheet, and walked it to the lab. As the lab door closed, he thought of the communities that had turned to that generator in small crises, and of the thin line between help and harm. The generator, like any tool, had only ever reflected the choices of those who used it. Mateo walked home through a city of locked doors and kind faces, and when he touched his own keys he no longer felt the private thrill of a secret code but the quiet responsibility of a key that opens only when it should.
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