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true).wait_for_opportunity().attack() . The golems slowly shifted around me.
"What makes you think you can do it?"
    "If the 'gods' could have stopped
me, why haven't they done so already?" he asked. "Why not send a bolt
of divine fire to incinerate us both?"
    "The will of the Gods is
incomprehensible," I said, and we both knew I didn't believe it. "You
killed people. Those skeletons—"
    "Were of corpses already on the
lake bottom, and we simply repurposed them. And this?" He motioned above
with a blade. "The daemon is not alive. What difference does it make what
we do with it? If the opportunity for power is ours, why not take it? Do you
want to know how to break your geas?" he asked. "Get some Ichor for yourself?"
    "In exchange for serving you ?"
I hissed.
    "Serving yourself. I do not care
what you do with the knowledge. Any enemy of the 'gods' is a friend of my
own." The bitterness in his voice was not rhetorical. "Listen, and I
will tell you anyway. It is simple."
    "What?" I asked with a little
too much eagerness.
    I lowered my sword, he lowered his
blades. "The secret," he said, "is to—" and the golem I had
designated ninja saw an opportunity to dash at the warlock from behind and slice off his head
and went for it. The warlock swung a blade backwards and blocked it, but my
other golems registered that one of their own was under attack. "NO!"
I screamed. "Stop! Stop!" But the golems did not listen. By the time
I could shout nearby.stop() he had screamed his last. When I got to his side and the
golems regrouped around me, his body was in pieces.
    A moan came from my mouth, and my
stomach was hurting so I would have vomited again if I could. The feeling, so
familiar, so deep, so close: almost, and yet never enough, and what I wanted
was lost forever.
    No. No, I told myself. I breathed
deeply. All was not lost. The warlock was lying, anyway. I hadn't gotten
angry at the Gods until after Alfred the would-be necromancy had left. Wannabe
dark lord had probably just been probing for something and succeeded.
    But there had to be some exploit
in the NDA geas that let warlocks exist in the first place. But
what was it?
    I looked up at the daemon, which looked
back disinterestedly. The warlocks had clearly been sapping its Ichor. Was the
secret to draw blood rather than spill it—but the geas prevented taking any for
oneself. Or did they just hack the daemon into running their programs? It wasn't
hard to repurpose a daemon, but Gods help you if you did it without permission.
    But you could do it. And what I really
wanted, after all, was a kind of daemon.
    import
daemontools as dt . I hesitated. Did I really want to—Yes, I
did. Enough hesitation. Hesitation kept screwing me over. from
hyperRAM import hyperd; daemon = dt.GetNearbyDaemon(); daemon.add_task(hyperd) .
    There was no response from the daemon,
and I didn't expect one. What I wanted was subtle.
     
    >>>  
     
    My work consisted of two components. One
was an extremely low-level API daemon task that did nothing but receive, store
and transmit a series of zeroes and ones for short periods—a series that was
for all practical purposes infinite.
     
    >>>  
     
    I sat by a weeping Andy.  "And
Ashley—she just charged in. Took several down, but more—the servitors—the
goddamn servitors—broke through her armor..."
    Over by the daemon, the Head Supervisor,
who was remarkably calm for having lost an arm, was arguing with the Eater
of Dreams. "You can't just kill it! How are you going to explain a
Great Lake just breaking?"
    "The daemon is clearly corrupt. We
can't leave it continue to malignly affect Lake Superior, either."
    The daemon watched them, as did I. I
would have been praying the Head Supervisor would win the argument, but I
wasn't sure what cosmological entity would be appropriate.
    " What did you do to your
arm?" Emily asked me. She tapped my scar and it rang with a metallic
hollow.
    "I did what I had to do," I
said. "I wasn't going to bleed out over