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Dr. Lafayette stood, her form flickering like a bad signal. "Thank you, Jordan. You’ll get a ticket tomorrow about a malfunctioning printer in the Union. Don’t worry. It’s just a printer."

Jordan grabbed his toolkit—the heavy one, with the old screwdriver he’d inherited from a technician who’d worked at the university since 1962. The campus was empty, draped in the thick, wet heat of a Mississippi summer night. Spanish moss hung from oaks like forgotten laundry. ole miss it help desk

The fluorescent lights of the library basement hummed a low, mournful tune, a soundtrack that matched the graveyard shift at the Ole Miss IT Help Desk. Jordan, a junior majoring in Computer Science, had been staring at the same line of error code for forty-five minutes. The ticket was a Level 3, far above the "did you try turning it off and on again" calls he usually got at 2 AM. You’ll get a ticket tomorrow about a malfunctioning

The line went dead.