The printer didn't run out of ink. It began to pull the color out of the room—the blue from the walls, the red from the rug, the brown from the desk—feeding its endless hunger for more. Eli realized then that McFilthyNasty hadn't given him a tool; he’d given the printer a soul, and it was starving.

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