Chapter 97
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The Cursor—a white arrow the size of a tectonic plate—moved across the blue sky of the Desktop with terrifying, jerky purpose. It was closing the distance to the [YES] button on the System Wipe dialogue box.

"It's too fast!" Elara shouted, her avatar flickering as she dodged a falling icon—a massive, folder-shaped monolith labeled "TAXES_2020". "We can't outrun the mouse sensitivity!"

Liam Vex stood on the taskbar, the ground beneath him humming with the idle processing power of the machine. He looked at the mountain range of icons stretching to the horizon.

"We don't need speed," Liam said, his eyes burning with the emerald fire of the Green Kinetic Echo (GKE). "We need Bloat."

He grabbed Elara’s hand. "I'm going to act as the root command. You act as the target. We are going to 'Select All' and hit 'Enter'."

The Cascade

Liam slammed his hand onto the taskbar. He didn't channel kinetic energy; he channeled Greed. He poured the insatiable hunger of the Chronovore—the memory of it—into
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