Emir and Lyra walked through a glass passageway, a cold and sterile space surrounded by server racks as far as their eyes could see—which was incredibly far, to say the least.
They followed a holographic, wobbling blob of slime that slithered in front of them, leaving a trail of goo.
If not obvious enough by now, they were on the ninth floor of the Tower, Brain.
[Almost there.]
Brain informed them.
[Level 2. Access granted.]
Ahead, the gates slid open automatically, granting them access to the next section.
They entered and walked through the relatively empty room, meeting no one else on their way.
Netweavers were taking a 'break' somewhere far from here and would remain doing so for the entire duration of their visit.
Emir had arranged it to be that way.
Soon, they reached and stopped at the third gate, awaiting Brain to allow them in.
