Codespell (Ravirn, Book 3)
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CodeSpell: Necessity―the sentient computer that runs the universe―has caught a virus that crashes most of the magical Internet, and Ravirn is tasked with fixing it. And Ravirn hasn't missed the fact that whoever repairs Necessity will, for that moment, run the universe, able to remake the worlds to their liking.
time was that Persephone had recompiled her and attached a virus that guaranteed she’d end up being rerouted into Necessity, where she was supposed to take over the works. The reroute had happened at this very point in the system—then a black-box override processor attached to the mweb server by Necessity. It had appeared in cyberspace as a six-story black cube. When the Shara virus had taken over Necessity’s security and memory systems, it had pulled that processor back behind a soul-keyed
almost on top of what looked like an out-of-control bonfire. It was Tisiphone’s wing, still hot with rage though she wasn’t moving. I tried to get to my feet, but my left arm didn’t want to work. I swore. Nemesis could be on me in an instant. That was when I remembered the nature of my environment and willed myself to my feet. The pain was real, and the damage, because it had happened to the part of me that made me me, but the world was virtual. I glanced around, trying to make sense of the
again, I put on a low-profile shoulder holster and slid my .45 into it. “Uh, Boss?” “Yes, Melchior. What do you want? And would you please stop calling me Boss? We’re partners.” “Whatever you say, Boss.” “Melchior?” “Yes?” He gave me an innocent look. “You were saying . . .” “Are you sure you want to bring a gun along? You do remember that Zeus has banned them, right? ‘Nobody thunders but me’ and all that jazz.” “I was going to conceal it with a spell,” I said. “Besides, my rapier and
slowly, she did seem to be adapting. What ultimately developed was a very slow conversation with anywhere from minutes to hours between the segments. With Melchior sending the messages the three of us collectively agreed on, it went something like this: “I’m so glad to hear from you,” sent Shara. “Us, too,” sent Melchior. “Need to go to plain hex for speed—front, back, up, down, left, right. Can do?” “Yes. Will compress syntax, too.” “Good,” sent Melchior. “Need to fix Necessity. Will come
Olympus, one tilted steeply enough to tumble him out of the ring and into the grasses beyond. It was the best I could do at the moment and a whole lot better than what he might have had to face if he stayed with us. After that there was nothing left to do but wait. I put my body between Melchior and the clean-room door and kept one eye on the monitor as the seconds ticked away. The transfer was almost complete when the first impact struck the door of the wardroom beyond. “Come on, little