As part of our deal, I insisted that the E-leech give me access to its system files and storage so I could see my parents again.
Shit, this is so WEIRD! I'm looking for my parents in huge directories here with bizarre code... Jovian machine code, I guess.
It's like I'm riding an information roller coaster. The E-leech seems to be guiding me through a wormhole. I'm passing by data, crossing a series of portals, into a tunnel of sorts. At the end of the tunnel I can see my Dad's face.
Oh, man. I've got to try and communicate with him...
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