In the current world, Mikoshi counted as one of the most advanced servers around, yet the server room still hummed with noise, like mosquitoes flying through invisible darkness.
But Johnny could not hear those sounds. His consciousness had become a little blue figure made of digits, appearing in an empty, unfamiliar hall.
This hall was likewise made of flowing digits. It had two levels and was laid out somewhat like an ancient theater, with rows of semi-open private boxes on the second floor.
He was certain he had no memories of this place, yet he felt differently somehow, as if everything here was strangely familiar to him.
With that question in mind, he took a few steps, reached out to touch a coffee table made of blue digital code, then tried touching his own face.
Both the objects and his body provided real tactile feedback, but more precisely, the strongest sensation was that everything was freezing cold, as though the blue in this world was the color of ancient ice.
"Does it feel familiar?" A woman appeared beside him, her entire body likewise composed of blue digits, though her features were far clearer, no different from a real person outside. "Deathstroke told me you were once locked inside this local network. Every zero and one here might be related to you."
A consciousness body entering Cyberspace was formed by manipulating the digits here, so she was not wrong.
"You're Deathstroke's hacker?" Johnny took a few steps. Without the rush of adrenaline after entering this place, he seemed much calmer. "But let's not talk about zeros and ones. In my day, that was slang for gays."
"That's a thing? Hehe, all right." Songbird seemed completely at home here, apparently familiar with everything around her. She found a sofa, sat down, and