...and deep inside the innermost recesses of what presently passed for Zorlond's mind, something stirred. Interference... Something had disturbed the game. Something from outside. The strobelike sequence ordering the fragments and separating the invaders had come undone again, as had briefly happened twice before. This must not be allowed...
Tendrils of control unfolded like legs beneath the vast, brooding presence, and impulses of inquiry shot along their lengths. Was the mesh holding?
D. J., safely recaptured into the deathgame scenario, her brief revolt notwithstanding...
Dabbler, just beginning a new sequence -- difficult to hold in place, that one, but for the moment secure...
Wu, once more fascinated by the endless Russian Doll puzzle of the drone setting, now that he had penetrated the outermost manifestation...
Lizzie--
That tendril flashed into incandescence and then went black as ash along its entire length. Almost the infection reached clear back to the center before the connection was cut and cauterized. Interference indeed! But was this from outside, like the one that had galvanized the controller into activity? Or was--
No matter. It was powerful. It must be countered.
If a god had awoken within Lizzie, it was about to discover there were other gods...
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