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[color=tan]“Whoever hacked the system is breaking everything down. I just don’t understand why or how.”[/color]

That was the question. In a system like Pariah, how did one go about [i]hacking[/i] a system that most tech nerds still didn’t understand. The idea of connecting unconscious minds, and connecting them to a server of sorts that held a shared [i]dream[/i] had always rubbed Benkei the wrong way. How was the dream created? How did it remain stable? 

[color=#98A9B1]“Everything about this smells bad.”[/color] Benkei added. It was enough to make him paranoid. After the events in the dungeon, he’d not slept well. He’d tossed and turned, his technical mind needed to understand what was going on, but everything was so beyond his understanding. He hated feeling like this, feeling completely disconnected and unaware. A victim of the whims of fate of the world. [color=#98A9B1]”How does anyone go about hacking a [i]dream?[/i]”[/color] That’s where his thoughts focused: how do you hack a dream. And if that was impossible, then how did the world get hacked? Either this wasn’t truly a dream, or this wasn’t a hack. 

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