But the man rushed over, disregarding her feelings, hauled her out of the twisted wreckage on his back, and set her on the ground. Then he dropped to one knee in front of her, pressed his filthy hand against her chest, and closed his eyes as he said:
"Don't move. I'll try to contain the Meme Virus for you. You understand now, right? They set this trap specifically for you. Every Light Banquet has been implanted with this virus designed to target you. If we don't deal with it soon, you'll be formatted."
"I warned you, but unfortunately, you didn't notice."
In an instant.
Surging psionics poured into her from his hand.
But she still said nothing. Her eyes remained frighteningly calm as she simply studied the face before her, studying this human she had once considered an opponent, who had now left her far, far behind.
She raised her hand.
Faint ripples of data appeared in her palm.
They gradually gathered.
And amid that strange, shifting glimmer, they formed a picture that looked like a doodle.
The picture showed that bright-eyed boy beneath the brilliant sunlight, so innocent and outgoing, as though nothing could ever make him sad.
Lynn's hand froze in place, his expression stiffening.
She raised her head, quietly looked into his eyes, and said:
"I received it-"
An eerie silence spread unchecked around them.
Lynn crouched there with a frozen expression, momentarily at a complete loss for words.
And at that very moment, the psionics he had poured into Silver Fantasy's body fed a series of information back to him. He abruptly realized that the amount of data housed within this Silver Fantasy Mech was nowhere near as large as he had imagined. It was absolutely not the volume one would expect after it had