Chapter 141

• Chapter One Hundred and Forty One
• On a normal morning, the waking of Rick Tyler was a masterpiece of digital orchestration. Every day at exactly 5:00 AM, a gentle, melodic chime would echo inside his subconscious, followed by the familiar, slightly sarcastic voice of the System mapping out his day.
• [Time to move, Host. The Starlight sky is clear, your glycogen levels are at 92%, and the Sports Gods do not favor sleepybads.]