He was drowning in gravity. He was suffocating in a vacuum. But he was moving.
CLICK. CLACK. CLICK.
The Architect began typing faster, his golden fingers flying across the keys. He increased the atmospheric pressure. He dropped the temperature to absolute zero. Frost instantly covered Sebastian's torn leather coat, his sweat freezing to his face.
But Sebastian kept pulling.
*SCREEEAAAK.*
He closed the gap to ten feet. Then five feet.
He reached the base of the massive golden console.
Sebastian let go of the broadsword. He reached up with his bloody, trembling right hand and grabbed the edge of the golden keyboard.
The Architect stopped typing. The golden entity stood up, towering over the bleeding, suffocating human at his feet. The Architect looked disgusted, staring down at the thick smear of blood and grime ruining his perfect console.
"You are a filthy, persistent glitch," the Architect sneered.
