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Athagon's Story part 5

*It seemed to stretch on into eternity.  Always the same flat, plain, gray surface.  Always crisscrossed with glowing green gridlines.  It was seemingly endless.  Always the same.  It was cool to the touch, while the gridlines burned incredibly hot to the touch.  It was constant, never-ending, and infinite.  And then there was.  The surface began to stretch, twist, pull downwards.  Deeper, faster.  Into the shape of‹ Impossible.  The surface seemed to have spawned a rapidly growing...  Black Hole?  The surface then began to...  Ripple.  Like the surface of a pond, the concentric ripples spread quickly outward, knocking Athagon over.  Then the Black Hole took control.  It began to furiously whip the landscape, sending cascades of "waves" over the "land".  Then, Athagon realized.  It all clicked into place.  Nemeses.  The planes.  The impossibility of it all. The Black Hole was compressing the file.  Athagon was trapped inside a computer.  Somehow.  The impossibility became reality and faded to black as Athagon was sucked into the 'Hole...*
 
 

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*Athagon was.  Existence was compressed, compiled, and sorted.  Life was dense.  Then it decompressed into the same plain landscape of gray and gridlines.  And then...  Anti-Virus software.  She had been right.  He was an anomoly.  He had been detected.  And unless he could think fast, he would be destroyed, trashed, deleted, removed from existence.  Forever.*