Kris retrieved his buzzing phone from his pocket, just at the doorstep to his apartment. A brief scan of Angelo's message later, he shrugged. "You deal with that, Lily knowing her would probably run faster," he cheerfully muttered to himself, "Though I'll be interested if they cross onto Eighth and Kaiser."
He briefly glanced about the panoramic view from his apartment porch; downtown was a bit farther than from where Angelo was giving chase. Usually Kris left for school as the morning fog rolled in, and on tutor days he returned as the sun was setting, but on the rare Wednesday cloudless day the sunlight felt great on his face. Especially when today was the prelude to a victory tomorrow, assuming all goes according to plan.
As he unlocked the front door and took a step in, he again remembered his dilemna. He stopped, one foot in the door and nervously tapping the doorknob. "It is really hard to think about this quantity of benefits now, when I know and can sell out two Burst Linkers right next door. And who knows where Ochre Technic lives, by all means he could be an AI himself and I'd be the incompetent one."
That petulant second voice returned in his head, it urged him to further his ambition. "Yes, 'advancement' and 'unyielding to anything' sound great, until I meet the faces of those who lost their memory of part of their life, because of me. Would I not feel guilty when I see them talk normally and act normally, and I can't help hide behind an unassuming face, their dirty little secrets? Is this really what I signed up for in a 'game'?"
Kris's other foot shakily made it inside, and he shut the door, letting the cool shadow of the interior envelop his thoughts. Finally taking a deep breath, he slid down to his haunch before pulling up his Neuro Linker and began to code his backdoor. He sat there for how long, an hour? or an eternity before finishing touches and downloaded it to the tablet. Pulling out the phone once more, he stared at its back, and whispered, "How lame is gray as a color? I should've asked to get something vibrant, perhaps orange..."
He typed in the message that would pull the trigger on everything, and left his finger hovering over the send button, waiting for Angelo or Lily to reply first. Or Ochre Technic. He shrugged again.
"Let death knell."