"We're in some kind of hyper-dimensional space. What's interesting is none of this is high tech. It's reflecting human technology in a tessellated way."
Everyone looked at Stryfe. "I understood that," Medea said.
"For the rest of us?" Aziza sighed.
"It's like a procedurally generated environment," Tybalt offered, "LIke a video game with 'random' levels. The same architecture and design repeated ad infinitum."
"Like 'Diablo!'" Stryfe laughed.
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"It's like something has been growing beneath our feet all this time," Felicia suggested quietly.
"Evolving with our technology," Stryfe said.
Tybalt nodded solemnly. "No human being would stack books this way."
Medea snickered. "It's organic."
"And we're inside of it," Felicia murmured, "Like the limb of a great beast. And it's got gangrene."
"Because you interfered with it?" Aziza asked.
"Infected it," Felicia said.
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