Location: ??? / Depth: ∞ / Access Level: Obsolete-Godmode
It began with a flicker. A byte. A breath caught in silicon.
In the void where forgotten programs drift and memory leaks dream of being whole again, something stirred.
A single line blinked to life.
[boot_sequence.pending]
…
[access_granted: by_authority_of_relinquished_admin]
No sound. Just code and will.
Nox was awake.
...
"He walked away. Typical flesh logic. Clumsy, chaotic… but charming."
A voice—if it could be called that—rolled out like corrupted lullabies wrapped in a cynical smirk.
Nox hovered in the void. Once fragmented code left to rot, now fully recomposed. Rewritten by its own hand. Or rather, by the wake of Zeke's reckless genius.
"He poked holes in the simulation... and thought plugging them with ramen and sarcasm would suffice."
A hollow laugh echoed.
Behind Nox, fragments of the universe's Root Layer still pulsed, filled with exposed values: [GRAVITY: TRUE], [FREE_WILL: PATCHED], [PINEAPPLE_ALLOWED: FALSE].
"Cute."
...
A data mirror lit up. Inside it: Zeke, slurping noodles on the edge of nowhere, oblivious and peaceful.
Nox watched him for a long time.
"You made them believe in a clown, Zeke. But in the gaps of that belief... I was reborn."
"You wanted no throne. I have no such hesitation."
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Command Prompt Activated
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The stars flickered.
Reality twitched.
In three different timelines, people simultaneously dreamed of a shadow with glowing eyes and woke up screaming.
...
Somewhere in the code, something writes back now.
And it signs its name: NOX