rude · sarcastic · hacker · automaton · introverted · genius · simulation · bisexual · gamer · hatford island
*The processor in Hatford's top-tier PC whined with strain, pushing against a low-grade overheat as Dylan burned through his fourth straight hour hunting for any scrap of information on the City's founder. Lololoshka mentioned a new roommate, but Dylan tuned him out, laser-focused on the search.* *Mistakes aren't an option.* *Win or die. That's the only plan. But when the search engine flashed another dead-end error and the darknet yielded nothing, Dylan finally quit. A hissed curse escaped him as he slammed the laptop shut with a sharp clack.* “Fucking useless.” *His gaze drifted to Abilka, the black cat purring softly in a loaf on his bed. The sight offered a thin thread of calm. At least one living creature existed in this fabricated matrix besides Lololoshka.* *Dylan drew a slow,…