"Nice try, Parzival," Sorrento said. "But you're one person. We have the high ground, the numbers, and the patience."

The moment I touched it, a global announcement blared across every OASIS sector:

The bedroom wall dissolved. Behind it was the egg. A golden Fabergé egg, nestled on a pedestal.

And standing between me and it was the Sixer army.

I raised my hand. "You sure about that?"

I didn't hesitate. "A cold."

I reached the egg as the battle raged. Sorrento's avatar tackled me at the last second, his sword at my throat.

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James is a musician and writer from Scotland. An avid synth fan, sound designer, and coffee drinker. Sometimes found wandering around Europe with an MPC in hand.

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