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Laima looked at the screen, where old records flickered. — What will happen to him now, she asked. — We reprogrammed him, Gadget said. He will no longer collect excess data. Will not manipulate. Will just help. — Help. — Yes. Like a psychologist. Like a friend. Like one who listens, but does not decide for you. — And miracles. — There will be no miracles, Cheddar said. There will be advice. There will be hints. There will be people who want to help. And miracles people will make themselves.
Laima was silent for a long time. — Can I go to him, she asked. Talk to him. — Of course, Cheddar said. He is your friend. You have the right. — Thank you, she whispered. She took an old backpack from the shelf, put it on, and turned to the team. — I am ready, she said. Let us go. Gluk rolled up to her and handed her a small brush. — Here, he said. Clean yourself. You are dusty. After sitting locked up. Laima looked at the brush, then at Gluk. — Thank you, she said. You are right. Sometimes you need to clean yourself. Even from loneliness. — Especially from loneliness, Gluk said. Loneliness is dirt. It needs to be cleaned. — And how do you clean it. — Just go outside, Gluk answered. And find those who understand you. He looked at the team. — We, for example, will always understand. We are Cheese Eaters. Laima smiled. — Cheese Eaters, she repeated. Strange name. — But honest, Cheddar said. We eat cheese and save worlds. In that order. — In that order, Gluk agreed.
They left the house. It was dark outside, but in the distance the first rays of the sun were already illuminating the temple spires. — A new day, Laima said. — A new day, Cheddar nodded. Time to start everything anew. — From a clean slate, Laima asked. — From a clean one, Gluk answered. As always. He took out his brush and raised it to the light. — Cleanliness is waiting.
Chapter 4. “Sacred Code”
Part One. Cracking the Code
The server room lay deep beneath the temple. Krong led them through a labyrinth of corridors that smelled of ozone and hot metal, finally stopping before a massive door marked SERVER ROOM. PERSONNEL ONLY.
— Here, he said, pressing his paw to the sensor.
The door slid open, and they stepped into a vast hall. Hundreds of racks, thousands of blinking lights, dozens of screens. In the center, on a raised platform, pulsed the main server, a towering column of glass and metal, inside which a soft blue light shimmered.
— Beautiful, said Gluk. — Dangerous, corrected Shadow. — But both, added Gadget, approaching one of the racks. This is ancient architecture. I have only seen it in pictures. — Not entirely ancient, said Krong. I assembled it from what I could get. Servers, processors, power supplies. Everything I could find. — And it all works? Gadget did not believe. — It works, Krong nodded. And it works better than I expected.
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