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A 17-year-old student spent $4,200 on 7 Mac minis. Small silver boxes. Stacked on a desk. Connected in one room. From the outside, it looked like a stupid purchase. But inside, it wasn't just 7 computers. It was Skills. Hooks. Memory. Worktrees. One machine handled repeatable tasks. One ran...

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