Title: Grid Consensus
Prompt 8/10: Peacock
Updated: 8/17/2018
Jet blames The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest and The Matrix. When he thinks of a virtual or digital representation of the human mind within a virtual world, he half expects a Matrix green lines, or peacock-version of his psyche. Instead there's nothing except blank space as far the eye could see. The atmosphere was drab, and dilute blues and greens combined together to create an almost gray color palette. Looking down at his single exposed hand revealed by the torn synthetic suit, his skin was a sickly gray, bordering on ghostly pale.
"Well, this is a lovely place you've got here," He commented dryly.
"Interface templates are modeled after the first version of Flynn's Grid," A digital projection of Mercury appeared at his side, distorted like a bad signal through an antenna. "It was designed for the sake of simplification, so as not to overload the User with information it can't consume in an otherwise stable environment," Mercury explained.
"You mean the Real World?"
"Correct, Jethro."
"Lovely."
"Flynn thought so," Said Mercury not at all being dismissive of his concern.
There was no telling where the light source was coming from, not directly despite how it seemed to rest right below his line of sight. He stepped forward. Applying pressure to the foggy surface below him resulted in a drastic shift, the world around him became pixilated. A thousand tiny blocks started building upon one after the other, creating a massive and cooked system of boxes that seemed to span out into eternity.
Misshapen buildings soon took the place of empty space unfulfilled by boxes. A winding path of panels opened up before Jet, creating a path above the seemingly bottomless pit. Jet watched the phenomena with thinly veiled awe. "Merc, what's goin' on?"
Mercury pointed a hand. "Interface adjustment. The path should lead you to the core-"
"And Ma3a," He interjected.
"-And Ma3a, yes, but it won't last forever. She knows you're here, and she'll try to stop you. Go."
Jet didn't waste another second talking to Mercury. He started forward at the quickest pace he could muster and never looked back.