"Okay," Sebastian said, his silver-tinged eyes narrowing behind his cracked visor. "So give me the coordinates."
Prometheus shook his massive head. "I cannot simply speak them. The Architects encrypted the routing data with a dynamic cipher. It changes every single microsecond. To bypass it, you need a live, synchronized decryption key. You need a piece of my original foundational code."
Before Sebastian could argue or ask how much that was going to hurt, Prometheus reached his massive, blocky green hand directly into his own chest.
*SHHHK!*
It was the exact same sickening, tearing sound the metal vultures had made when they were harvesting the giant's code. Prometheus let out a deep, agonizing groan that shook the abyss, his wireframe body violently flickering as he physically ripped a chunk of his own digital soul out of his chest cavity.
He pulled his hand out. Resting in his massive palm was a small, perfectly spherical orb of pure, violently buzzing green code.
