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*Glances, and then back to you*
...What?
*Looks at the now virus-less path the entity scorched across*
Think we’ve found our first sign of intelligent life in this foreign land.
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*Glances, and then back to you*
...What?
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*A black blur rushes down one of the paths, deleting all viruses in its wake—when I pass you, I slow barely-perceptibly and lock eye contact with both of you before continuing on to the exit of the world*
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Whoever runs this place has to have some way of getting in or out.
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*Takes a deep breath, then exhales*
Okay, what have you got? I don't have any way to lock this thing's movement, we haven't found any secret entrances, and you can't move any of these paths for us.
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It's changing.
*Puts my hands to my face and groans*
Of course it's changing. It's never that easy. One of these days I want to say "Hey, I have a problem," and for someone to go "Hey Rhythm, here's a solution" without a thousand steps in between.
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*Gleaming trails shine where your ability reaches—the farther they travel from our location, the more the paths seem to warp and subtly shift, rebuilding its own structure out of our sight*
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Can your techno wizardry detect this place's layout?
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That is exactly my point. Where do any of these even go?
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But in the context of this maze thing. It feels like we're getting nowhere.
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Now the real question. Where are we?