Part 10: The Eye
It was night. Or so it seemed.
In the sky, a huge digital pupil opened above them.
It looked at them.
“It’s him,” said one of the companions. “The Creator.”
A shadow fell across the ground. Everything shook.
The little Dodo looked at his coins, now glowing like little suns.
He didn’t run away.
He threw them into the air.
Each coin became a fragment of code.
Each fragment, a memory.
Each memory… an alarm clock.
The sleeping Dodos awoke.
One by one, the glitches took shape.
The eye trembled. It screamed. And disappeared.
Silence.
Then, the fire flared up again.
They had survived.
Again.
