Chapter 67
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The moment Liam crushed the glowing green Mote, the suburban "White-Box" neighborhood didn't explode. It stuttered.

The Golden Figure—the Faceless Bureaucrat of the Void—didn't recoil in pain. It simply tilted its head, and the crushed particles of the Mote didn't fall to the ground; they hovered in the air, rearranging themselves into a complex, floating string of binary code.

“DESTRUCTION IS MERELY A FORM OF EDITING,” the Golden Figure spoke, its voice a perfect, resonant harmony that vibrated in Liam’s teeth. “YOU ATTEMPT TO SILENCE THE SOURCE, BUT THE SOURCE IS ALL THAT REMAINS. LOOK AT YOUR FOUNDATION, LIAM VEX. IT IS BRITTLE.”

Liam looked down. The white asphalt under his feet was turning translucent. Beneath the "neighborhood," he could see the true architecture of the Void Pyramid: trillions of glowing data-fibers, pulsing with the lives and memories of every human being currently being "reclaimed."

He wasn't in a house. He was in a Server.

The Ghost in the Shell

“Liam, don't
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