fh_matrix | Across the Matrix, Saturday Morning

"I hope all of you have taken the opportunity to cool your heels gracefully," Zinyak's voice intoned. "Even if your fellows down below are being incredible pests. Do they know I could crush you all if I wished? All of this is mine, dear citizens of Simulation 45y. Let me demonstrate."

There was a large, blinding pillar of light.

There was a loud, impossible explosion.

The school tore itself apart, bricks and towers floating upwards into the sky, desks hovering in the air underneath an impossible red glare that served to illuminate the many different chunks that remained of Fandom High's imposing castle.

"That could be the beginning of something terrible for you," Zinyak said, "Or you could convince your little friends to stop warping this simulation and leave you in peace. It is your choice."

His voice ceased. A loud heavy metal opera began.

Buildings tore away from each other, the roads broadening to three times their regular width. More dead-eyed people flooded the streets, and with them a stream of SUVs and sportscars that drove just a little bit too fast. Helicopters tore up into the sky, their blades clappering loudly.

Something had broken; something potentially useful: outside every tower, a console uncloaked, visible to all.

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