He turned his attention back to the massive, holographic search query hovering over the data sea.
"System," Sebastian rasped, his voice buzzing with heavy static. "Pull directory for Server 894. Root access granted."
The liquid starlight shifted. A massive, rotating holographic globe of Earth materialized in front of him. It looked exactly as he had left it—a battered, burning sphere choked by the dark purple smog of the Juncture, with the tiny, flickering golden dome of Sanctuary acting as the only beacon of light on the surface.
He could see the massive, jagged tears in the skybox where the Juncture bled into the atmosphere. He could see the thousands of glowing dots representing the invading Saints and Vanguard colonizers swarming over the ruined cities like locusts.
It was a mess. It was his mess. And he was finally going to clean it up.
