Chapter 27 Artificial Warlfare

• Alexander's consciousness slipped through Phoenix's digital walls like smoke through a keyhole, and holy hell, this wasn't what he'd expected at all.
• The virtual space looked real. Too real. He could feel wind on his face and smell rain in the air and see his hands in front of him, solid as ever. But he knew it was bullshit. All of it.
• Phoenix's AI had built this prison out of code and electromagnetic impulses, and somewhere in the real world his body was sitting in a chair with cables stuck in his skull while Sarah monitored his vital signs.