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me to you?”
    “Why
me
exactly? I don’t know. I suspect it has to do with my skill set and my proximity to you when some system threshold was reached.”
    Sebeck nodded to himself. “Yesterday I spoke with Matthew Sobol. He gave me this Thread after our meeting.”
    “And yesterday an avatar appeared to me on a deep layer. She was like an angel. A beautiful woman with copper hair and alabaster skin—bathed in light. She said you would come.”
    Sebeck ran his hands over his bald head. He thought of Cheryl Lanthrop, the woman who had betrayed him.
Copper hair and fair skin
. She’d worked for Sobol, and had paid for that with her life. “This is madness.”
    “The avatar told me you were on a quest from Mad Emperor, and that you needed to grok the shamanic interface.”
    He was lost.
    She nodded in understanding. “I’ll put it in layman’s terms: you need to fully learn the darknet and all its powers in order to have any hope of succeeding on your quest.”
    “Powers.”
    “Data magic, far-sight.”
    “And you’re a
shaman
?”
    She smiled. “I know what you’re thinking. There’s no such thing as magic, and restless spirits are wives’ tales. However—”
    Sebeck held up his hand. “Yeah. I stand corrected.”
    “Good. I chose my darknet profession, and it is
shaman
. It governs my skill tree and level advancement. Is that more clear?”
    He nodded.
    “I see that you’re a first-level Fighter. Which makes it all the more puzzling that you’ve been geased by Mad Emperor to complete this quest.”
    “
Geased
? What’s ‘geased’ mean?”
    “It’s ancient Gaelic. It means an enchantment that compels you to complete a task. It’s an incredibly powerful spell—far, far above
my
level.”
    “Can I break free of it?”
    “Not if you accepted the quest. The only one who can cancel it is the one who gave it to you: Mad Emperor.”
    Sebeck recalled sitting in the office of a funeral home, talking with an interactive three-dimensional recording of Sobol. The avatar had asked him:
do you accept the task of finding justification for the freedom of humanity? Yes or no?
It was an out-of-control voice recognition monster, and Sebeck felt compelled to accept, if only to buy time. If only to protect his family.
    “I had no choice.”
    “Maybe. But be warned: you must choose your words carefullyon the darknet. Words have power in this new age. They are not just sounds. Where ancient people believed in gods and devils that listened to their pleas and curses—in this age immortal entities hear us. Call them bots or spirits; there is no functional difference now. They surround us and through them word-forms become an unlock code that can trigger a blessing or a curse. Mankind created systems whose inter-reactions we could not fully understand, and the spirits we gathered have escaped from them into the land where they walk the earth—or the GPS grid, whichever you prefer. The spirit world overlaps the real one now, and our lives will never be the same.”
    Sebeck didn’t know what to say. A couple of years ago he would have called her crazy, but she was right—spirits or bots, it was just semantics. “And what happens if I refuse to proceed?”
    “If you stray from your path, the Daemon will compel you to return to it. Of more concern to me is how you could possibly complete your quest while remaining first level.”
    “I can’t go up levels?”
    “The darknet is arranged like Sobol’s game world. You can only go up levels by completing tasks—or quests. However, the Geas spell prevents you from taking on any other quests until you complete this one. You are stuck at first level until you achieve your goal. And you have quite a goal.” She didn’t appear too optimistic. Riley checked her watch. “We need to get going. You should wake up your factor.”
    “Factor?”
    She pointed at Price sleeping in the car. “Chunky Monkey.”
    “Where are we heading?”
    She patted the “Enchanted Mesa Spa