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The grid of faces filled the warehouse wall, two hundred and forty-seven individual feeds glowing in the dim, soundproofed room. Leo walked the narrow catwalk, clipboard in hand, watching the thumbnails breathe. A yawn here, a sip of artisanal coffee there. One woman in the Tokyo quadrant was meticulously applying eyeliner; a man in Berlin was already three hours into a silent Lego build. Leo had designed the algorithm that curated the