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Authors: Alice Alfonsi
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Flynn got from the crowd. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said. “Their awe was palpable…”
“Right,” said Clu. “Now, about that disc.”
Zuse rolled the disc down his cane until it was within Clu’s reach. But when Clu went to snatch it, Zuse rolled it back again.
“I presume our understanding is still valid,” Zuse said. “Control of the city?”
“You’ll get the reward you deserve,” Clu replied. Behind him, the Black Guard busily moved through the club.
“A sizable request, I know.” Zuse displayed the disc in his hand. “But how long have you been searching for this? Over a thousand cycles, no? Imagine the secrets this disc holds, the master key to all the riddles of the universe—”
“Give it to me!” Clu commanded.
Zuse glanced at the guards. At the sound of their leader’s raised voice, they had taken a step closer. Zuse knew there was no more negotiating. He handed the disc to Clu.
“I realize our alliance is at times uneasy, Clu, but always necessary,” Zuse hastily said.
Why are they still advancing? Zuse wondered.
Clu wasn’t paying attention to the club owner any longer. His gaze was transfixed by the disc in his hand.
Zuse swallowed, nervous now. “You know you need me right where I am, Clu,” he said.
“You’re right,” Clu replied with a little smile. He snapped his fingers. The Black Guard closed in. Before Zuse could escape, they restrained him and bound him to a chair with powerful force bands.
Clu started for the exit. “Enjoy your club while you have it, Zuse,” he called over his shoulder. “And don’t ever presume…”
Fully panicked now, Zuse struggled against the restraints. But it was useless. The Black Guard turned and marched away, falling in behind their leader. That’s when Zuse noticed the bundles of explosives wired to his club’s bar and DJ booths. On a nearby table, a small digital display ticked down the seconds before detonation. His eyes widened with fear.
This was the end for the End of Line Club—and for Zuse.
OUT ON THE SEA OF SIMULATION , a devastating flash lit up the horizon. The blinding brightness made Sam squint. Shock waves rippled through the ozone. The echoing boom rolled all the way across the blue-black water.
Sam turned back and gawked at the city skyline. A piece of it was glowing red now. Like a roman candle, the End of Line Club burned hot and fast before the entire building beneath it collapsed.
“Clu?” Sam whispered.
His dad nodded.
Sam clenched his fist. “What’s he doing?”
Kevin did not answer. Instead he went and kneeled beside Quorra. His father took her disc in his hands and began to manipulate it.
Finally Kevin looked back at Sam.
“He wants a little fresh air,” Kevin explained. “Clu is done with this place.”
“Him getting out? To our world?” Sam shook his head. “Dad, it doesn’t seem possible.”
“It is possible,” his father said matter-of-factly. He was still working on Quorra’s disc.
“But you created everything in here. Every program, every place!”
Kevin tapped the empty sheath on his spine, where the disc had been. “Like I said. Golden ticket.”
A holograph suddenly flickered above Quorra’s disc. Kevin frowned. This was not good. Her vital signs were failing.
Sam saw the worry on his father’s face. “Is she going to make it?”
“I don’t know,” he replied softly. “I have to identify the damaged code. The sequencing. It’s enormously complex.”
He concentrated, worked a few more minutes, and finally cracked the code. The disc opened like a makeup compact. Light flooded the bridge of the sailer with kaleidoscopic torrents of color.
“She risked herself for me…” The realization weighed on Sam.
“Some things are worth the risk,” Kevin assured his son. Then his eyes went wide. “Hey, look at that!”
Sam watched a holographic grid appear where Quorra’s arm used to be. The limb became a glowing mass. Then pixels began to
“Right,” said Clu. “Now, about that disc.”
Zuse rolled the disc down his cane until it was within Clu’s reach. But when Clu went to snatch it, Zuse rolled it back again.
“I presume our understanding is still valid,” Zuse said. “Control of the city?”
“You’ll get the reward you deserve,” Clu replied. Behind him, the Black Guard busily moved through the club.
“A sizable request, I know.” Zuse displayed the disc in his hand. “But how long have you been searching for this? Over a thousand cycles, no? Imagine the secrets this disc holds, the master key to all the riddles of the universe—”
“Give it to me!” Clu commanded.
Zuse glanced at the guards. At the sound of their leader’s raised voice, they had taken a step closer. Zuse knew there was no more negotiating. He handed the disc to Clu.
“I realize our alliance is at times uneasy, Clu, but always necessary,” Zuse hastily said.
Why are they still advancing? Zuse wondered.
Clu wasn’t paying attention to the club owner any longer. His gaze was transfixed by the disc in his hand.
Zuse swallowed, nervous now. “You know you need me right where I am, Clu,” he said.
“You’re right,” Clu replied with a little smile. He snapped his fingers. The Black Guard closed in. Before Zuse could escape, they restrained him and bound him to a chair with powerful force bands.
Clu started for the exit. “Enjoy your club while you have it, Zuse,” he called over his shoulder. “And don’t ever presume…”
Fully panicked now, Zuse struggled against the restraints. But it was useless. The Black Guard turned and marched away, falling in behind their leader. That’s when Zuse noticed the bundles of explosives wired to his club’s bar and DJ booths. On a nearby table, a small digital display ticked down the seconds before detonation. His eyes widened with fear.
This was the end for the End of Line Club—and for Zuse.
OUT ON THE SEA OF SIMULATION , a devastating flash lit up the horizon. The blinding brightness made Sam squint. Shock waves rippled through the ozone. The echoing boom rolled all the way across the blue-black water.
Sam turned back and gawked at the city skyline. A piece of it was glowing red now. Like a roman candle, the End of Line Club burned hot and fast before the entire building beneath it collapsed.
“Clu?” Sam whispered.
His dad nodded.
Sam clenched his fist. “What’s he doing?”
Kevin did not answer. Instead he went and kneeled beside Quorra. His father took her disc in his hands and began to manipulate it.
Finally Kevin looked back at Sam.
“He wants a little fresh air,” Kevin explained. “Clu is done with this place.”
“Him getting out? To our world?” Sam shook his head. “Dad, it doesn’t seem possible.”
“It is possible,” his father said matter-of-factly. He was still working on Quorra’s disc.
“But you created everything in here. Every program, every place!”
Kevin tapped the empty sheath on his spine, where the disc had been. “Like I said. Golden ticket.”
A holograph suddenly flickered above Quorra’s disc. Kevin frowned. This was not good. Her vital signs were failing.
Sam saw the worry on his father’s face. “Is she going to make it?”
“I don’t know,” he replied softly. “I have to identify the damaged code. The sequencing. It’s enormously complex.”
He concentrated, worked a few more minutes, and finally cracked the code. The disc opened like a makeup compact. Light flooded the bridge of the sailer with kaleidoscopic torrents of color.
“She risked herself for me…” The realization weighed on Sam.
“Some things are worth the risk,” Kevin assured his son. Then his eyes went wide. “Hey, look at that!”
Sam watched a holographic grid appear where Quorra’s arm used to be. The limb became a glowing mass. Then pixels began to
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