It stepped forward, and the ground beneath its feet turned to corrupted purple glass.

He vaulted forward, past the frozen copy, and drove his real katana into the SYSTEM_ADMIN figure standing behind it. The hooded figure dissolved into a shower of error messages.

It looked like him.

Kai’s voice crackled through the headset, distorted. “Yeah. Weird. Jay’s freaking out—says his character screen is just… static.”