[Flynn works intently for several minutes, finally sweeping away the scraps of bad code with a gesture like brushing dust from a shoulder or sleeve. It drifts into the air in a cloud of sparkles that quickly fade to nothing.
He studies his handiwork.]
That should do it.
[Flynn's as pleased with himself as the hangover will allow, and when he goes to reattach Jalen's disc, it's with an air of smugness.]
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He studies his handiwork.]
That should do it.
[Flynn's as pleased with himself as the hangover will allow, and when he goes to reattach Jalen's disc, it's with an air of smugness.]