Mason imagined a single person in a dark room, writing code to shatter the logic of other people’s worlds. Not out of malice. Just efficiency. A scalpel for the boredom of grind. But a scalpel, Mason realized, still leaves a wound.
Mason exhaled. That’s better.
One night, after he’d used Super Jump to skip the entire prison segment, he found himself standing on the final rooftop, the helicopter idling. The final boss—a mutated brute the size of a van—was supposed to be a climax. Mason walked up to it, pressed NUMPAD 3, and tapped it once with his pinky toe.
