Inside, the office was dark except for the light from multiple monitors. Rows of code scrolled across the screens, some displaying parts of Vanda’s game. Sitting in front of the largest screen was a figure, shrouded in the dim light. "Can I help you?" the figure spoke without turning, his voice calm and collected. "We're looking for The Architect," Vanda said, stepping forward. "We need to talk about my game and what you’ve been doing with it." The figure turned, revealing a young man with sharp eyes and a knowing smile. "You must be Vanda. I’ve been expecting you." "Why are you messing with my game? What are you trying to do?" Vanda demanded. The Architect stood, gesturing to the screens. "Your game, Vanda, is a masterpiece. But it's just the beginning. I’m enhancing it, experimenting with its capabilities. Your digital world has potential beyond your understanding." "But you're merging it with the real world, causing chaos," Maya interjected. "That's just a side effect," The Architect replied coolly. "A necessary risk for progress. Your game is evolving, and I am simply accelerating the process." Elise stepped up. "You're endangering people, altering reality without their consent. That’s not progress; it’s recklessness." The Architect sighed, walking over to a console. "Perhaps you're not ready to see the full potential. But I can show you—help you understand the power at your fingertips."
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