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Rayena Lee “Raylee” Frye grows up in these shadows. Her face never wanting of grease, her childhood a symphony of distant machinery and the whispered conversations of people who have learned to keep their voices low.
Pixo, an interface to the quantum phenomenon that is a floating, cute toy-like sphere that no one would suspect has the keys to the kingdom. Taking the sleek design from the Scalin ball used in the hover game of Scalin, a nod to the beloved hover-hockey game uniting the three cities, ensuring the device drew no suspicion. he develops a quantum entanglement between Pixo and the quantum computer. This allows instantaneous communication between the Quantum computer and Pixo.
“How long can Pixo hold them off?!” she cried, raising her voice over the layered drone of machines.“Long enough,” Pixo answered, emitting a focused beam that fried two more intruders mid-air. Despite the assurance, its usually cool tone carried a hint of strain. Across the lab’s tiled floor, tiny, scorched husks of micro-bees were piling up. But more kept coming through the vent.
He turned to Pixo, the sleek floating orb that had been silently observing. "Pixo, I need you to handle the high rapid computing tasks," he said. "Your quantum processing power can outpace the relay’s adaptive systems. Sync with my interface and execute the calculations."
Pixo emitted a soft chime, its glow intensifying as it synchronized with Donivan’s systems. The orb’s presence became more pronounced; its movements deliberate and precise as it began processing the complex data streams.