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CORPUS HUNG FROM the roof, his feet nailed directly to the rafters. Blood flowed down his bare legs. He knew it was virtual torture, but still, it was agony. He should have expected it would be every bit as bad as this. He’d programmed the very first synced avatars with Switch, but knowing exactly how they worked did nothing to combat the affects. He was as much a slave to the code as everyone else. Felt everything. Couldn’t escape unless he went through a proper jack out process.
The Spider sharpened his knives. He made a show of it, as if they actually needed sharpening. He took out a blowtorch and started heating one of the blades up.
‘You’re not very original,’ Corpus said through gritted teeth. ‘You should think of more interesting methods.’
The Spider looked up. Tilted his hea
