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Chapter 253
The walls moved closer. The room, which used to be the size of a football field, was now only fifty feet wide. And it was still shrinking. The ceiling was only two feet above Evan’s head. He had to crouch to avoid being hit by the falling pipes. Glitch was running around the small space like a terrified mouse. The little hacker held his cracked tablet, pressing buttons frantically. "There is no override!" Glitch screamed, crying openly. "The Architect locked the system from the outside! The doors are crushed! The stairs are crushed! We are going to be flat like pancakes!"Evan looked around wildly. He saw the Silencers. There were nearly a hundred of them left in the room. They were the glass monsters that Evan had saved. Their eyes were glowing with warm, human gold. They were no longer slaves. The Silencers did not panic. They did not scream. They looked at Evan. They looked at Marco trapped under the beam. Then, the Silencers moved. They moved with perfect, silent unison. Hal
Chapter 252
"Then what do we do with him?" the young man asked, lowering the broken glass slightly. Silas looked down at the rich man in the purple suit. The man was shaking, covered in white fire foam and dirt. "We teach him what it feels like to be us," Silas said. Silas bent down. He grabbed the lapels of the rich man’s expensive, custom-made purple silk jacket. Silas pulled hard. The jacket ripped off the man’s shoulders. Silas threw the expensive jacket onto the dirty, wet floor. "Take off your shoes," Silas ordered the rich man. "What?" the rich man cried. "These shoes cost ten years of life!""Take them off," the crowd yelled together. The rich man scrambled to take off his shiny leather shoes. He took off his gold rings. He took off his diamond tie. The angry crowd grabbed the beautiful clothes and the expensive jewelry. They threw them onto the floor. They stomped on them. They rubbed the expensive silk into the mud and the wet fire foam. They dragged the rich man’s pride into the
Chapter 251
The Grand Lobby of the High Spire was quiet for exactly one minute. It was a strange, heavy silence. The fighting was over. The silver Enforcer guards were tied up on the floor. Their heavy armor was dented. Their electric sticks were broken. The poor people of the South District stood in the middle of the room. They looked down at their wrists. Every single bio-watch glowed with a bright, beautiful green light. They all had millions of years. They had more time than they could ever spend. They were immortal. At their feet, the floor was covered in a thick layer of solid gold time-tokens. The wealth of the Bank was scattered like dirty leaves in a forest. They had won. They had the money. But as the minute passed, the feeling in the massive room began to change. Maria, the tired factory worker in the dirty clothes, stood over the Enforcer Captain she had knocked out. She dropped her heavy metal purse. It hit the marble floor with a loud clank. Maria did not look at the green n
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The poor people stood in the Grand Lobby, victorious. They were breathing hard, covered in sweat and dust, but they were smiling. They hugged each other. They cheered. They had taken the floor. The ground belonged to them. Silas stood next to Maria. He smiled at her. "You have a good swing," Silas said. Maria smiled back, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I have a lot of practice hitting broken machines."They looked around the room. The Bank’s army was defeated. The people were rich. The doors to the outside world were open. But Silas knew the truth. He looked up at the ceiling. He looked toward the top of the High Spire. "We won the ground," Silas whispered. "But the boy is still up there in the dark. He is fighting the devil. And he is fighting alone."High above the cheering crowd, on Level 99, there was no cheering. The massive server room was incredibly quiet. The dust hung in the air like a thick, gray fog. Evan Kennedy stood in the center of the room. He was breathing he
Chapter 249
The rich man in the purple suit laughed loudly from his table. "Look at her! She knows her place! Take it from her, guard! She is nothing!"Maria heard the rich man’s laugh. She looked at her glowing green watch. Then, she thought of her daughter. She thought of her daughter crying from hunger yesterday morning. She thought of her daughter’s thin, pale face. If she gave this time back, her daughter would die in the slums. The fear in Maria’s stomach suddenly stopped. It did not go away. It changed. The fear turned into something hot. It turned into a burning, explosive fire. It turned into pure, blinding anger. Why should she bow? Why should she surrender? She was a human being. The Bank had stolen her life, her husband, and her happiness. And now, when a miracle had finally given it all back, this faceless monster in a silver suit wanted to take it away again. "Hold out your arm, worker!" the Captain yelled, raising the stick higher. Maria looked the Enforcer Captain right in t
Chapter 248
The Grand Lobby of the High Spire was a sea of solid gold. Millions of heavy, shiny time-tokens covered the beautiful white marble floor. They were piled up against the golden pillars. They were stacked on top of the broken card tables. The air smelled of sweet ozone, sweat, and the sharp scent of metal. For the people of the South District, this room had always been a nightmare. It was the place where they came to lose their lives. It was the place where the Bank stole their hours, their days, and their years. But right now, the nightmare was dead. The people stood in the gold. They looked at their wrists. The heavy, black steel bio-watches were no longer blinking with angry red numbers. They were glowing with a bright, beautiful, warm green light. Ping. Ping. Ping. The sound of the watches was like a gentle heartbeat. Every single poor person in the room had millions of years in their account. They were immortal. They were rich. They were free. Silas, the old dealer with gray
