The Beta-Tester didn't wait for me to agree. He grabbed the scruff of my hoodie and yanked me onto the back of the glowing blue motorcycle. The machine didn't have an engine—it had a "Core-Drive" that sounded like a million bees trapped in a glass jar.
"Hold on to your soul, kid!" he roared over the screaming wind. "If you fall off, you’re just another line of orphan code!"
I barely had time to wrap my arms around his tattered coat before the world turned into a smear of gray and neon. The bike didn't just move forward; it felt like it was tearing the air apart. Behind us, the Tundra was literally falling away. I looked back and saw the "Format" in action—the white snow and the glass statues weren't just being destroyed; they were being sucked into a massive, pixelated void that looked l
