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Every step that Miles made elicited a sort of neon shockwave in this world, brief, like a pebble being thrown into a pond. He peers past this sort of digital unfinished city, seeing a giant tower with a large red light at the very top. Now, Miles wasn't a young man wholly interested in video games, he's played a few sure. His older brother liked them way more than he ever did, but the tower felt like a focal point to strive towards. Maybe he'd get answers, since clearly nothing seemed to be giving him any leads.
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So, he began to walk and just in time for a large eye to manifest in the sky and mimic that of a camera shutter. It focuses on him and his movements, causing a dropping feeling in his gut how weird it looked to begin with. After a few minutes of walking and maneuvering around any digital 'specters' in the vicinity, a red surge was sent through the place, passing through him.
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Andinto those around him it seems. Miles turns his head to look behind him, seeing some beginning to follow him from behind. I don't like the look of this. The foreboding feeling didn't go away, and it certainly didn't when he almost bumped into one and it lunged forward to try and grab his arm. Okay, okay, now this was really freaking him out. Fight or flight was sending signals in his brain, adrenaline now seeking to push him to the edge. It seems that he'll have to learn and learn quick in this place. No one was going to help him.
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So, Miles runs and they give chase around him and so too do his pursuers. While he's running, the shutter eye becomes wider, and a simple command becomes clear: DELETE HIM. What did he do? What did he even do wrong to begin with? Was he going to die here? What was this place? A feeling deep inside was telling him to go, that this wasn't a dream. It was too oddly real despite how it looks.
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They're catching up to me. I need to go faster!
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Miles looks behind him again, warped aggressive shapes trying to catch up to him and succeeding. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest, eyes clenching and when they reopen geometric shapes dance in the jewels of his eyes. The black and red monotony of the world is suddenly disrupted by a dazzling teal and pink light, acting like jagged coded flames.  Miles jumps on to a nearby car that was in the way, feet digging into the hood when he leaps off. Midair, those flames coat his feet, adding sharpened skates that soon propel him forward by his own efforts. He's skating along the digital asphalt, leaving behind traces of neon in his wake.
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The tower, ever looming in the distance, stares down at him invitingly and Miles narrow his eyes, a single beacon of light and color in this world. He turns a corner, drifting as he does, the skates sparking against the ground. He'd get his answers, and deletion simply was not going to transpire. Not on his watch.

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Miles. His name was called by a voice that sounded delightfully chirpy yet artificial. Still, it elicited a reaction from him, purely of surprise but then of distrust at the offer and declaration that was given. He didn't believe her, not one bit. The only part that did make sense, is the part that he didn't belong here. No shit, he thought. With the propulsion of his skates, he managed to leap on to the top of a nearby building, looking up at the tower that wasn't too far away at all. Megaphones materialized into thin air, confetti bursting from within.
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Reminded him of that one emoji his manager likes using when he does certain good things, rest his soul, he guessed if he's in here and his manager isn't with him. "I guess it sucks for you that I'm no good at listening to instructions. Besides, I'm always a winner. I don't need some voice to tell me that." He bends his knees, that same coded flames spurred around his ankles and feet. The intensity of the geometric shapes in his eyes intensifying, resolve making him a dangerous piece of work.
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"And you're a shitty liar, worse than my mom." He bore a cheeky smile, jumping from his perch. A train of two pastel flames making him appear like two shooting stars in a sea of black and red. Miles soars over those below, inky hands trying to reach for him and those who are close being burned by the interfering virus-like code he emanated.
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His feet are the first to come into contact with the tower, jarring him a little, but hotly traveling up the length of it steadily little by little. With how tall the tower is, he reckons it'll take him awhile and it looks like, from glancing behind him, that they were climbing up the tower as well after him. While daunting and scary as it might have been, the adrenaline rush was really kicking in something fierce. Whomever this voice was reminded him of his adopted parents, telling him not to do something and then Miles doing the exact opposite.
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"If you aren't too mad at me, whatever you are, what's so bad about me being in here?" He jerks at a hand touching his leg, gripping it with his hand and quickly learning that his touch elicits a same degradation of response to code. Good to know. "...scared maybe?"

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She reveals herself in a fit of video game flourish, towering above the tower he was attempting to climb. She complains, passes a fit about playing the game as intended and Miles, eyes aglow, nearly spits. "If they are anything like me, none of us asked for this shit!" The youth would retort, while the exertion of burning through various opposition was beginning to show wear, the athlete had more than enough stamina from his own job and talents to keep going. His endurance was being tested, but after witnessing that horrific declaration of deleting him once and for all. Pieces of the tower would begin to stretch, creating platforms and obstacles for him to scale and maneuver or die trying.
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With one platform threatening to slice clean through him if he doesn't duck, Miles spreads his legs, propulsion keeping him moving as if the terrain was like ice. He passes through without complaint, feeling the whirring of his speed and the wind blowing his hair this way and that. Leaving trails of color as he goes, he pops out from the other side, scaling another raised platform and leaping off it to another. When he was close enough, he kicks it into overdrive, making him shoot up and above like a comet in motion.
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The top of the tower is shooting some kind of strange beam of light into the sky and Miles feels that its important. Granted, he would've asked Earth what was up with it, but figured she's having more than enough trouble trying to splatter his ass across the digital pavement to entertain him again. So, without a moment's hesitation, he threw himself into the light. Maybe he regretted it a little, because his body was in flux, but an action sprung up into mind.
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DELETE AND TRANSFER?
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YES
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The entire world was birthed in color for a brief moment, shock waves spreading out as if a heart beat. He feels himself being pulled and yanked until finally he's shot upwards and out of this realm to someplace else. The basics of his form is created, virtualized, and made real in a wooded area and Miles falls unceremoniously into leaves that are sent upwards from the impact of his body upon them. "..." His brain catches up first and then his body afterwards, seeing the hole above him in the sky vanishing as quickly as he registered it.
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Well...he's got an administrative system with a grudge and powers he shouldn't be having. Sounds about his speed.