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The DeciBot raises its right hand. The palm-port opens — same as the one that took down the bouncer at The Dom. A sonic pulse aperture, charging.
- DECIBOTThis is your final warning, Mr. Cruz.
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Jesse, eyes locked on the DeciBot, mid-strum.
- JESSENO IT'S NOT.
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The DeciBot fires. The sonic pulse — a visible compression wave, lettered as a translucent ring — lances toward Jesse.
- SFXVVVRRRROOOOOMMP
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The pulse hits the green guitar's pickups instead of Jesse — Dev, watching, throws a drumstick across the stage as a distraction, the stick clattering off the DeciBot's shoulder a half-second before the pulse fires. The pulse adjusts. Hits the guitar's body. The guitar amplifies the pulse — the pickups absorb the wave and reflect it outward as a wash of green light. The wave hits the DeciBot square in the chest. The DeciBot stumbles backward. Its locomotion subroutine resets.
- SFX— KCH —(small)
- DECIBOT(voice glitched)RES — RESETTING — RES —
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Dev, already at the snare, hammering into a roll. He yells across the stage:
- DEVONE DOWN. TWO TO GO.
- JESSEWHAT?
- DEVTHREE RESETS DISABLES HIM. ALEX'S NOTES. KEEP PLAYING. LOUD.
- JESSEHOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?
- DEVI READ THE NOTES, JESSE. YOU SHOULD ALWAYS READ THE NOTES.