ch9: [ Glatine ]

When 829 finally made it to Level 45, the place was crowded with robots. They all seemed ready to celebrate the end of the work-week. He hated arriving late to the level. It always meant he would not get a good place in the particle arena. Peering in the direction of the arena, he impatiently paid the ten cycles for the entrance into the level. “Access granted”, whispered a silky computer voice, as all the color on Level 45 saturated by seventy percent.

Polishing off the Glatine that he had purchased from one of the buzzing waiters, 829 worked his way over to the particle arena. On his way, he noticed that a large group of robots were clustered around some news feeds. " …the message was broadcast at a power frequency that has not been used for generations… experts are now moving the machine-like object towards Europa... ", said the news feeds, before 829 dissolved himself into the translucent liquid of the particle arena.

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