It’s done. I may not have any idea of who the ghost in the machine was, but I’ve completely destroyed it. I sent a whole ton of missiles down on the servers which housed the system, meaning that if anyone wanted to get it back, they are going to have to do a whole lot more work than simply loading up my backup.
I should have done it in the first place, but I just couldn’t bring myself to.
Now that I know what I lost because of my stupid choice to keep it intact, well, it was a whole lot easier to make the decision.
Unfortunately, an unexpected side effect is that this shut down all of the Agora servers as well, meaning that I no longer have any way of contacting Eve. I know she was taken in by the United Nations, who promised me they would rush her to the nearest place where she could get the best care. Since she probably doesn’t look too hot, I’m guessing she simply got taken to the nearest hospital, regardless of how good they are.
Lucky for me, I had already set up my transportation to find her, as well as sending out a message to my parents and hers. With any luck, we should be all together again at a little regional medical center, watching the fireworks.
That just leaves one thing for me to deal with. Telling my parents what happened.
And hoping they can forgive me for this whole mess I put us all through.
And hoping Eve can forgive me, too.
And hoping Eve is okay.
And hoping everything is okay.
This might not have been Cyrus’ fight, but he gave it everything he had. Sure, he may have whined a lot along the way, and maybe he wasn’t always the most useful person to have around, but he stuck with it until the end, making sure that what needed to get done got done.
And I’m sure he would be incredibly happy to see that all of this was worth something.
Here’s hoping it was all actually worth something.
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