Blood aggressively exploded from his nose, his ears, and the corners of his eyes. The sheer electrical feedback of the digital purge literally fried his frontal lobe like an egg in a microwave.
All across the courtyard, hundreds of the infected sleepwalkers collapsed simultaneously. They twitched violently on the cobblestones, blood pouring from their facial orifices as their brains were forcefully hard-reset into total biological death.
They dropped dead instantly.
Back in the Deep Code, Sebastian lowered his hands. The purple corruption was completely gone. The green data pillars hummed with a stable, healthy rhythm.
He had cured the virus. He had saved the healthy refugees. But the cost was bloody and terrifying.
"Patch applied." Sebastian muttered, his avatar panting heavily from the sheer strain of the Reality Hack.
He hit the disconnect button, ripping himself out of the code and back into his physical body.
