BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



As Erik walked through the pristine hallways leading out of the arena, his footfall reverberated gently. The muffled hum of talks taking place further away became steadily more audible, eventually developing into a vibrant mixture of cheers and active dialogue.

As he got closer to the door, he started to pick up pieces of other people's conversations, including praise for his accomplishments, praise for his name, and passionate debates over his strategies.

Pausing briefly, he rested against the cool corridor wall. "Of course," he whispered to himself, reflecting on the recent events in the guild hall. The buzz around him was expected.

Even with his face concealed by a mask and hood, his actions made a lasting impression. He was troubled by the knowledge that he had become the center of attention in the arena.

Erik decided to take a diversion to avoid the excited gathering, likely composed of supporters and detractors. He recalled the complex backstage arrangement of the arena, which had been constructed to fulfill the requirements of all participants.

Within this labyrinth, there had to be an administrative office, an escape where he might seek aid, and a more peaceful departure—all of these things needed to be located somewhere.

With this thought, Erik retraced his steps, scanning the hallway for any indication of the office. After navigating a few winding passages, he stumbled upon a slightly open wooden door with a polished silver plaque reading "Administrative Office."

Gently rapping on the door with his gloved hand, Erik waited. The soft rustling of papers and the subtle creak of a chair broke the silence. "Enter," came a deep voice from within.

A sizable office with wooden paneling on the walls greeted Erik when he pulled open the door. An enormous desk packed with documents, maps, and a few scattered quills took up most of the space in the room.

A middle-aged guy was seated behind the desk, and his eyes were now focused on Erik. His graying hair provided a stark contrast to the sharp, alert, and weirdly young eyes he had.

The walls were covered in bookcases crammed full of tablets and books, and the one window in the room let in a sliver of sunshine.

The man motioned for Erik to come closer, his gaze unwavering. Gathering his thoughts, Erik began speaking with an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry to barge in," he said immediately.

"I'm in a tight spot. Many people were outside after my test and the events in the guild hall. I'd rather stay out of the spotlight. Can you help?"

Still studying Erik's concealed face, the administrator paused before responding in a composed yet firm tone, "I understand. You're not the first to seek discretion, especially after a standout performance. You're Erik Kay, correct?"

Erik nodded, "Yes, sir."

The man leaned forward, activating a hidden button on his desk. A faint voice emanated from a concealed speaker. After a brief exchange, the man reclined, hands clasped atop his desk.

"Help is coming. We have a few ways out of situations like yours that don't draw attention. You won't have to do anything difficult to get out."/

Erik, feeling a wave of relief, expressed his gratitude. "Thanks a lot. I didn't think I would get this much attention."

As Erik waited, the minutes seemed like hours to him, and the only sounds that broke the hush in the room were the far-off chatter of the audience and the meticulous ticking of a large clock that was mounted on the wall.

The door eventually opened, displaying a robustly built man dressed in a black uniform, which made it evident that he was working as security for the arena. He had an authoritative bearing, with eyes that were intent and keen.

The administrator introduced the newcomer: "Daren, this is Erik. He will make sure you get out safely. Daren, take him to the basement parking lot and bring him where he wants to go." The man's response was concise: "Got it." He then motioned to Erik, "Come with me."

Erik nodded appreciatively towards the administrator, his posture conveying his gratitude. "Thanks again," he whispered.

Both Erik and Daren went together through the maze-like corridors of the arena. The distant commotion of the crowd eventually faded away as they descended, and what took its place was the calm atmosphere of the underground.

They made their way down a series of underground corridors and went through a number of security doors, each of which required Daren to use a unique key.

Eventually, they entered the underground parking area, which felt worlds apart from the arena's historic charm. Modern vehicles sat in neat rows, their polished exteriors gleaming under the artificial lights.

Daren pointed to a sleek, unassuming car. "We will use this one," he remarked.

Erik expressed gratitude as they approached the vehicle, saying, "Thanks for the help, Daren."

The man, ever the professional, nodded and took the driver's seat.

"Hop in," he said in an impassive tone.

Once settled inside the car, Erik felt the soft embrace of the leather seats. Daren started the engine, which hummed to life, and the car began to hover slightly above the ground, preparing for departure.

After a brief silence, Daren inquired, glancing at Erik through the rearview mirror, "Where to?"

Erik pondered briefly. The plaza was always teeming with activity, making it an ideal place to merge with the crowd and remain inconspicuous. "The nearest plaza, please," he decided. Daren acknowledged with a quick nod, "As you wish."

The drive was smooth, with the automobile gliding through the city like it was on rails, quickly navigating around other vehicles, facilities, and the fans outside the stadium. Erik kept silent while looking at the world outside through the tinted car's windows.

They arrived at a bustling square shortly after. A stunning fountain served as the place's focal point, surrounded by bustling market booths, lively performers, and a large audience.

The atmosphere was alive with the tantalizing aroma of food being sold on the street, the upbeat sounds of laughing and discussion, and the merry shrieks of youngsters having fun running after birds.

Daren found a quiet place to stop and told Erik, "We're here. Do you need anything else?"

"That's all," Erik said, shaking his head. I'm grateful for your help."

"Take care," Daren said with a nod.

"Have a nice day, Daren," Erik said as he walked into the busy square.