As if in answer, a single piece of paper auto-fed. No command. No prompt. Just the print head warming up.

ORD-404: ONE SOUL, OVER EASY. SIDE OF REGRET. HOLD THE MERCY.

The sound was as reliable as sunrise. That distinctive 9-pin impact printer hammering away, punching holes into carbonless duplicate paper with a ferocity that modern thermal printers could never fake. No silent, smug efficiency. Betsy was loud, proud, and violent—each character physically stabbed into the page.