Far away, a pitch-coloured darkness was traversed horizontally by streams of eighty-thousand-volt currents, tangles of crazed lightning discharged from the Celestial Habitat, an atmosphere emulator. Driver, the protagonist, walked on the silicon lawn, leaving his military green car behind. He moved in the direction of a dark palace, known as "Electronic Flower", a black mushroom-shaped structure five meters high. It was designed with beech and cherry wood walls closed between alternating layers of cement and ceramic. On the outside it was completely covered in vantablack, a substance composed of carbon nanotubes darker than darkness, which sealed the building in the night, among the lights of now extinct stars.
Driver, taking off his helmet, always advanced at the same pace, wrapped in the embrace of his best friend, a golden jacket with a purple scorpion embroidered on its back.
Arrived at about ten meters from the Electronic Flower, he began to scan his own distorted reflection on the titanium and aquamarine windows, opaque squares from which he could see from the inside out, but not vice versa.
He reached the unusual doorway, a kind of white corolla adorned with a fylfot, stretched his arm in front of him, stared at his cobalt blue glove and put his hand on the door, holding four fingers wide open.
Another fylfot came out of the ground just below him and began to spin slowly counter clockwise. In a short time Driver was surrounded by a vortex that gradually grew larger, until, having reached the top of his head, it made him disappear taking him within the walls of the palace.
He was now in a room of ten cubic meters in which not even the walls could be distinguished, because they were submerged by technological equipment. It was known as "Room of Destiny". Here the warriors reported at the end of each mission, standing exactly in the centre, surrounded by consoles used to recover mental data.
The intelligence system implanted inside the mainframe loaded all theinformation, without excluding any. That day it very well knew that Driverwould retire early; it was his last mission.
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