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[hider=The Prophet and Her Visions][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCwZWVrCaY8[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jINHRy8WdgY[/youtube][/hider]

All eyes on her, Delilah was used to it. What she was not used to was being unable to fire off strings of 3-dimensional countermeasures to send any onlookers into a frenzy of blind, mind-wracking [color=#035096][s][i]Flux[/i][/s][/color] panic. She took stock of the horde of bourgeoisie corpos staring back at her. Her eyes fluttered in and out of red-and-blue focus. Delilah could have almost sworn that the damned paper glasses were busted. She kept seeing glitches where everything appeared 2-D.

A series of taps made the Shaman blink a few times. [i]Was she receiving a message?[/i]

[color=green]>>> 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘...[/color]
[color=green]>>> 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟![/color]
[color=green]>>> ℕ𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕤...[/color]
[color=green]>>> ...[/color]

She tried again.

[color=green]>>> 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘...[/color]
[color=green]>>> 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟![/color]
[color=green]>>> ℕ𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕝𝕖—[/color][color=#035096] “н𝓞𝓛¥ Ｆ𝐔ς𝓀 𝔀𝓱ᗩ𝕋 ⓘᔕ 𝐭𝒽𝓐丅?”[/color]

Delilah half-jumped, half-stumbled back when the security guard entered her field of view, leaving her glasses a bit skewed on her face. She equipped two karate-chop formations on her hands. 

[color=#035096][b] “A panic?”[/b][/color] Delilah repeated.[color=#035096] [b]“Disturbing of the peace?”[/b][/color] She threw her arms up in defeat, or at least, she tried to. Her right arm got tangled up in her deck’s rigging and the cords ensnared her so she could hardly raise her hand above her head.[color=#035096][b] “Woman, the Reclaim Zone is full of shadowy assassins and there’s a mysterious hacker leaving art everywhere that only I can see because of my immense power.”[/b][/color]

Delilah commenced battle with herself, attempting to—however dangerously, considering the whirring fans that signified her concealed kit was clearly running—untangle herself with aid of her teeth. Delilah’s new drinking partner took it upon herself to approach the situation, and Delilah inferred, help her battle the security woman. How wrong she was. The Anprims were busy cackling amongst themselves. Delilah could only figure that they were talking about vaccines or something. She didn’t care much. It took too much focus to try and maintain a [i]deathly scowl[/i] on her face while she stared at Lott. It may have looked a bit more like she was having a stroke, but Delilah couldn’t see her own face. Not always.

[color=green]>>> 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘… [i]𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟…[/i][/color]
[color=green]>>> 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟![/color]
[color=green]>>> 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪...[/color]
[color=green]>>> ℕ𝕠, 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤. 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣. 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞. 𝕋𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨...[/color]

[color=#035096][i]Now she was angry…
[indent][indent]Or Happy...
[indent][indent][indent]Or something…[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/i][/color]

[color=#035096][b][i] “Excuse me,[/i] shill,”[/b][/color] Delilah glared [i]harder[/i] at Lott, and pointed a [i]gun[/i] at her. Index and middle fingers extended, and thumb raised, Delilah’s threat was no idle threat. She meant [i]business[/i].[color=#035096][b] “But I’ve only been here for four minutes and twenty seconds, and if Councilman Samsara and I had [i]actually[/i] been drunkenly wrestling, I’d have [i]killed[/i] him by now.”[/b][/color] Delilah cleared her throat, gagged, and added,[color=#035096][b] “—with my bare hands.”[/b][/color]

Samsara, who had been staring directly into the wall, trying to count the grains of degrading brick, turned back around when he heard his name. He couldn’t help but brush his shoulders off, straighten his posture, and wear that smirk that just [i]screams[/i] ‘Hustler’ when he heard Delilah call him Councilman. He stepped back towards the room when he heard the mention of contraband but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Delilah’s ‘gun’. He was either trying above all else to hold in a laugh or trying above all else not to shoot himself right there.

[color=#035096][b] “And it’s not contraband unless you count all of the custom mods inside. It’s very serious equipment. I’m packing [i]heat.[/i]”[/b][/color] She really was. She could feel the overheating fans desperately whining with all their motors against her body. Delilah’s arm tensed and started shaking when she saw Lott wasn’t taking her threat seriously. Already, her newfound enemy was [i]reading off a list of rules[/i] or something.[color=#035096][b] “I’ll show you.”[/b][/color]

She dropped the gun and dramatically flicked her arms back to flutter her jacket in her best display of majesty. Suddenly, the idea came to her. [i]The[/i] idea. Her greatest one yet, she was convinced. She grabbed a fistful of cords, tossing some aside  and she tried to sort them with grandiose and unnecessary gestures while getting a running start towards the NTP candidate.

[color=#035096][b] “Samsara,”[/b][/color] she exclaimed.[color=#035096][b] “Catch me. I’m going in.”[/b][/color] With that, Delilah stabbed the end of a jack into her neck, missing the first time but hitting her target on the second go. Immediately, Delilah’s entire body went limp, tangled in cords and heading for the floor. Samsara lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the flopping Delilah, if only to keep her jacket closed and cover the stencil of spray paint along the side of her now exposed cyberdeck that clearly read [b][color=red]𝔸 𝕄 𝔸 𝕃 𝔾 𝔸[/color][/b].

[color=008000]>>>𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕟...
>>>𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕙…
>>>𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪...
>>>...[/color]

Delilah’s senses awakened and she was still in the room, but all her senses were damp. Few features of the suites were even left, leaving in their stead the black and white emptiness of the Labyrinth doing its best to simulate the environment while her deck strained to probe for more data to complete the picture. Delilah wormed around in the darkness. Something wasn’t quite right. She shouldn’t be… Feeling. Not here. There are no Fe[color=#035096]𝕖[/color]li[i][color=#035096]𝕟𝕘𝕤[/color][/i] in the Labyrinth. Particularly not an 
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𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕…[/color]

[i]And she felt invincible. Immediately jumping back to that day, lost in the Labyrinth. Happy. For the first time since the incident, she could remember it. It played back in her mind, every synapse repeating its exact duty to recreate the memory. She was working overseer stuff for Dexter Campbell’s Reclaim Zone Mayor campaign. She was talking to the Overdriver. She was managing the cameras. She was monitoring Campbell’s dialogue. She was everywhere at once, consciously-split, ripping at the seams, barely on the brink of breaking into a quadrillion pieces. 

She was triangulating the street samurai’s location. Overdriver lost his partner. Her brain was at its limits. Her overclocked deck was smoking back on the outside, burning hot against her thighs. Black lines started to cross each of her visions, like cracks in glass. Everything was splintering. Everything was in pain. Everything felt great. She was the queen of the high-speed digital seas. She was a beast. She wasn’t one of the many, she was the many. She pushed again and again. Another perspective exploded across the cracks. Another channel of perception. She couldn’t keep track of any of them, the cracks expanded. She was overcome with blackness, but not before she caught sight of that last zone of split-consciousness, in some strange, foreign place in the Labyrinth. She saw the tag, half-complete. Then something saw her. Her heart stopped.

Then the cartridge wore off. The bootleg juice was already millimeters from empty when Delilah jammed it in her neck. She was doing it again. Delilah found herself connected four perspectives. She couldn’t have been there more than a few seconds before the crash happened. She pulled back, feeling the heart palpitations even without any connection to her senses.[/i]

Outside the Labyrinth—back in that dreaded world—the population of the Central Square suites saw the four CCTV cameras mounted in the corners of the lobby spazz out, whirring and spinning around in circles like there was some sort of electronic earthquake. They were looking at nothing, just struggling to exist as they were viciously attacked by some evil cyber-witch, poor machines. After a few seconds, the cameras stopped. Samsara struggled to pulled Delilah up to a semi-upright position. Already, her face was flush red and feverish.

But she wasn’t quite finished. She still had vengeance to enact on the mean shill that didn’t even flinch when Delilah menaced her with a gun. 

Lott’s phone was menaced next. Any Knights Enterprise code was suddenly replaced with a graphic that overtook all of the device's function. Its depiction was simple, bearing a sprite of red and blue glasses over a pink heart backdrop. Crossing the heart was a series of three converging heart monitor readouts. Each of them flatlined upon meeting one another. To menace her even further, the device started uncontrollably vibrating, like the [i]something bad is definitely happening[/i] sort of vibrating. And then it all stopped.

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Delilah’s eyes shot open and she clawed a weak arm up at her neck, content to let Samsara worry about holding her weight up. 

[color=green]>>> 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘…[/color]
[color=green]>>> 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕩 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕡...[/color]
[color=008000]>>>𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤: [color=FFDAB9]
"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙"[/color], [color=purple]"ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕂"[/color]
>>> ℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾...[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=#035096]"ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕖…”[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=#035096]"𝕀 𝕄 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝟚 𝔻𝕀𝔼…”[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=#035096]“ℙ𝕝𝕫 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝟛 𝕒 𝕨𝟙𝕝𝕝…”[/color]
[color=008000]>>>...[/color]

[color=#035096][b] “Samsara.”[/b][/color] She gave a dramatic, but weak cough.[color=#035096][b] “I’m having a heart attack.”[/b][/color] Samsara tried his best to drop her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. All her battle-ready energy had left her unfortunately. She curled up against her boss’s leg.

[color=#035096][b] “Call the police.”
“Wait no. Not them.”
“Call someone. Not the police. Maybe the army.” 
“A foreign army.”
“A foreign impartial army.”
"Or the navy."[/b][/color]