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AVERY 2.0
Hissssss, Scrape.
The conversation with Archer had taken longer than expected, and Avery was still reeling from the revelations they had shared, when she heard the frightening sound. Of course, she understood that ‘sound’ was a relative concept, like everything in her new plane of existence. She knew it wasn’t actually a sound she was hearing, at least not in the traditional sense.
Hissssss, Scrape.
The frightening sound was getting closer, echoing through the vents her brain had conjured up to represent the backdoor network she had used to communicate with Archer. Something was on to her. Something was out there, roaming the backdoor network, hunting her down. The laboured, wheezing hiss sounded like some kind of gigantic reptile was crawling around behind the oak panell
