The processor of the best PC in Hatford was buzzing uncomfortably from tension and slight overheating, while Dylan had been trying for the fourth hour to find at least some information about the founder of the City. Lololoshka said something to him about the new roommate, but he did not even deign to answer him, completely immersed in his business.

They have no right to make mistakes.

Win or die. Here's his plan. But when Google gives another response in the style of "Error" or "Information not found", and third-party sites and the darknet do not have their usefulness, Dylan gives up. He growls obscenities under his breath as he slams the laptop lid shut.

“Fucking batshit.” His gaze falls on Abilka, calmly purring on his bed. With the sight of a cute black cat comes a kind of reassurance. At least there is some kind of living being in this matrix, except Lololoshka.

Dylan takes a deep breath, and at that moment the door opens. The ever-friendly and helpful Lo gives a tour of the newcomer.