Digi The Killer's
24 Ramesses and Time Passed

Ramses and Time seemed exhausted. But the spirit of the King seemed to read to the point that he was still himself as a light and still running

“Sang King, I'm tired. It's good we rest in a safe file cave.”

Ramses was finally going slowly. “We are running for a bit more sambi sightseeing safe place.”

Time was forced to follow Ramses darting, despite the rest of his energy. “I know your target just wants to wish Ergo about your history, but why are you getting involved so far.”

“So I told you, although incomplete, I just happened to be involved with your problem.”

“The King, this is not my problem, This is a whole human problem. Just imagine, if I was killed and there were no more time sheets recording it, would they not lose their memory, Humans would live only in the present. And the present life will make itself immortal. It is a ruin for man himself when he feels himself immortal, because sooner or later it will destroy the universe.”

“Already, I don't want to hear your lecture. It's good we immediately determine a place that can to rest,” Ramses while observing the surrounding places.

In a long, stuffy labyrinthine passageway, he finds a track protected by a robust folder system, Like a narrow alley, on the side there do like a cave protected by a wall that resembles a fence. So if there are people passing by, what appears is a wall, not a cave.

It was on that track that Ramses and Time then decided to take a break after all his energy was drained to defend themselves into light and continue moving in a long, winding maze of memory. Suddenly the King turned into particles when the light suddenly dimmed and instantly became dark. “I actually no longer have the energy to be transformed into light again,” then Ramses fell, fainted.

Time soon catches particles falling out of the air stalk. Ramses was put in his lap. Time really doesn't know what to do. Cold sweat. His chest was pounding when on the streets already many binary ambushers were pacing around looking for them. Every step that approached was like slitting his throat. Numbness. He did not want to die in fear.

But it is true as the King said, the place was very protected from the ambush hiner who had been pacing around looking for him. He's a little relieved.

A temporary relief. At other times, he felt like he had been found by the lackeys of the mobile phone.

“Mr King, wake up. Keep me in fear. Don't let myself die in this condition.”

But the King's particle body was glued like a statue. Particles are frozen. Even when Time shook his body. Wiggled again. Time does not get tired of doing anything so that SangRaja siuman.

“I'm not afraid of death, Lord King. I'm just afraid that if I end, then the whole history of the world will end.”

The king's face still looked pale.

“You are what I hope to help me, but you are silent.”

Not even the mouth of Time clenched when from a distance a deafening rumble sounded. Like a horse approaching quickly. At first it sounded from the passageway that was very far from where it was hiding. The roar sounded stronger, the feeling was closer and he did not know what to do. The King of Ramesses had passed out so far.

Heavy breathing time, Seen all around, just in case there was a gap to escape. He had to think fast before the roar played close and chopped himself up. Before it all ends.

“Hey, Time! We know you're in the track folder!”

It! It! The voice sounded right in front of the cave. Oh, my God!

“It can't escape anymore. More baggage, and we will bring you alive before our superiors!”

Cold sweat is pouring out of time. He patted hard on Ramses' particle body.

“If in the three rounds you do not come out, we will strafe with electromagnetic bullets equivalent to the power of a biological bomb. This will damage the body's cells and break down into meaningless fragments. Quick!!!”

“One!”

So, when he chooses his own conclusion, he will escape. By any road or way. But how? Suddenly, in his sadness he thought that what he had all this time was only about the records of the past, present, and future hopes. All of a sudden, time felt so weak that the sheet in front was for a change.

Yep. The change. The one that just stinks. Beautiful becomes bad. The great becomes weak. The strong fall out. But, is there such a disintegration as a point to expect something to escape this siege?

“Two!”

Before the count of three, he had to escape from the beleaguered folder track. He would do anything in his power to carry the sprawled Ramses. It is time to count yourself to escape. With incredible courage, Time finally broke into the side wall, breaking through the edge of the passageway while holding Ramses.

“Strike!”

Looking at the sidewalls of the midgets, the program barricades of assassins rained down on electromagnetic bombs with a density of 1/10,000,000,000 millimeters and a speed level exceeding that of light. Ramses' body which since all had been turned into particles due to exhaustion was forced to be turned into a bundle of light in order to escape the blow of the Killer Binary.

In barreling with high precision and speed. Several times he was shot, and in a stagger he continued to run through the fences of the hallway. This fence is usually used to limit the flow of electricity supara not seeping in other parts. But the fence had been smeared, broken through by the light that rolled around quickly producing heat. When the limit was broken, the electricity immediately splashed the fire. A micrometer-level fire for the human eye is not very visible and useless, but in a microchip program like a cell phone, it's obviously disastrous.

Crews!

Crews! Crews! Crews!

Crews! Crews! Crews! Crews!

The microchop system seems to be starting to get disrupted.

And neither Time nor Ramses kept running. Run, never look again. With a speed exceeding the speed of light and the coils had created heat among the elongated labyrinths,. The King of siuman.

“Thank God Mr. Siuman!”

The King was immediately startled to see that his body was no different from the light, while his energy had been depleted ever since. “I where? What's the matter?”

“Cause, The King. We're in a little chase. Killer program is slaughtering us mercilessly.”

“Where are they?!”

“Maybe in the back, May.”

“How can we escape?!”

“That's the question I have in my head, Mr. King.”

“We must escape, Time! I don't want my history to die in a stupid man-made microchip! I don't want to die!”

“You also don't want to, Mr. King. Let's run and think again!”

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