She wanted to delete his soul.
He looked at N. Trice, and with a voice that was part dial-up modem and part heartbreak, he said one clear word: “No.”
He found he could step through the collision walls. He could walk into the void between levels, a grey, howling limbo where the background music was just a single, decaying note. He saw the discarded assets: half-finished models of Ripper Roo, a proto-Cortex with a third eye, an entire unused ice world that had been deleted from the final build.