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Backup station. The words landed like a death sentence. The backup station was a single, ancient desktop computer in the corner, its monitor a fat, cream-colored beast from another century. To move there was to admit defeat. It was where the kid who had a fever went. The kid whose tablet ran out of battery. The symbol of failure.

She clicked ‘C’. Then ‘D’ for the next. Then ‘A’. prova digital vunesp/escola

Luíza sat down. The old computer wheezed to life. The login took three minutes. The exam portal took two more. Meanwhile, question seventeen was a ghost. She had to find it again, re-read the long citation from Dom Casmurro , and reconstruct her reasoning from scratch. Backup station

She looked at the clock. Forty-five minutes left. Forty-five minutes to answer thirty-three questions on a machine that sounded like a coffee grinder. To move there was to admit defeat

The exam proctor, a man with a tie so tight it looked like a tourniquet, shuffled over. He clicked the power button. Nothing. He tried the reset sequence. Nothing. He looked at Luísa with the grave expression of a doctor delivering bad news.