Digi The Killer's
Incarnate Light

But that speed suddenly dropped drastically. He braked himself, and the appearance of light weakening himself suddenly condensed back.

He stared at the binary barricade in front once more. This time does not resemble obstacles that use force, Ramesses thought. He read back carefully.

101010101010101010101010101

10101010101

10101

1 01 01 01 101 01 101 101 01 01 0 10 0 10 0 01 10 10101 01 101 101 011 10101 101 101 011 101 1010

11 010101 01 101 101 10101

10101

1111

“Damn it! Why did I suddenly stop here and not be able to geeak as fast as light as I could? This move suddenly stuck, I do not understand what caused it,” Ramses cursed himself, A bodyguard who used to serve his every need was abandoned long before he entered the intricate dimensions of fiber optics. It had long felt like he who was traveling alone penetrated through space after space, and time after time, everything was simply folded.

But now, just look at the Great King Ramses who was called-sebt with the Pharaoh who suddenly stopped in front of zeros and ones, which scientists call binary numbers. Computer scientists in the 1970s developed binary options as a basis for formation, as well as various opportunities that could be developed for human purposes. Even though he has been able to penetrate time, King Ramses has been told many times by technological advances, but does not also understand. That said, binary is not much different from two opposing materials to be processed into one purpose. Land and water. It is processed in such a way as to be a pot, brick, tile, and sagging. The human system of thought is actually driven only by the binaries created by nature. Good and bad. When new realities arise, then are absorbed by the subject, they are processed in the human consciousness in measures of good and bad, when good is denoted by 1 and bad is denoted by 0, then considerations. Perhaps the consideration is in the form of 111000011110100101010101011. Or: 00000011000110000110000111000001000000000000000000000. It could be: 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000. Or maybe shorter: 0000

I don't know, it's all concocted by the subject's own consciousness to do or not do something.

And suddenly King Ramses then found forms of tissue that confused him. He suspected that it was a tactic in war, as was the case when he faced the Tartar army of money from Mongolia.

This army uses many secret tricks to trick opponents, such as power formations in war. The army was formed in such a way on the front lines. The formation is used to lure opponents to do the desired apang by the opponent. Once the opponent does something similar to harpana, then immediately the opponent will attack with a strategy that mrip with haapan, then immediately the opponent will attack with a strategy that is in the ball. The opponent will finish off with half-full force.

“Maybe. Perhaps so,” The King of Ramses then frowned very slowly.

The King then nodded. The wrinkles on his forehead are getting sunken. He again stared at the impenetrable binary trap with the grains of his body that were as small as particles, When he a penetrated with the identity of the binary fortress particles it was not as well impregnable. Once again he broke down with the larger particles, the wall was fluttering Even as strongly as he pierced through the wall, the stronger the blow to his body as a particle. The jolt could be likened to a kicking motion at 400km/h, to the point that the king's particle body was thrown. Many times he tried, but during that time his body kept bouncing.

And the King felt his body sick. The porch amau dislodged. His body feels all pain. His legs felt no bis amenipang limbnyna.

Suddenly from a distance a voice sounded: “Tolooong!”

The voice boomed. Don't know where it came from. The King only thought, surely that the voice that had previously been heard The voice clearly caused two problems. First, the voice must have been close to where he was. If it is not close, why did it sound to where it is. Second, if it is really not close, then the sound is able to penetrate the thick walls and even untouched. Sound is not a particle, so it can break through any solid barrier.

“Tolooong me!”

Irrespective, The King then replied in a loud voice, “I will help you, whoever you are! I'm going to hit the phone tech that has made all my plans fall apart!”

Suddenly from a distance there, there was a reply sound once again: “Quick. I'm tormented here ..”

But the King is still shackled by the trap strategy installed by the mobile phone. Suddenly he remembered the incident just now, If the abis flare was penetrating those bastards, why didn't he transform himself into sound energy? Why bother penetrating with particles that eat up space. All right, so his heart says, will turn myself into a 30 decibel high-pitched beacon.

The particle's plan changes linearly, from the proton tree to the neutron, to a mass multiplied by the realized velocity, The incident was repeated to generate a flare through the elements – chemical elements scattered in the air. That is, the chemical element in the air suddenly received the signal, and the energy that touched it then turned into a long ringing.

The grunts then broke through the cracks of binary figures similar to those webs filled with malignant adhesive. As the sound passed through the nets, the binary numbers then moved in such a way as to trap anything that quickly combed the edges of the passageway. The binary speed is the same as the speed of sound. It's just that the speed of sound created by the raka first for a while, so that the binary is unable to catch up.

This is the time to search the room where the victim was held. Ramses can open each folder, file, pogram, file, antivirus program, until then to a hardware device that is connected between the device and other devices. Where does technology catch its victims? How does he lock up until it can't be found like this? Is this a technological tactic to absorb myself so as not to disturb the programs that are running? Is this a trap? Why don't these hallways provide clues?