Back at Sasha, Jacks’ mother place, the old woman watched her phone screen with bathed breath.

The television wasn’t working, so she had been trying to find his sons’ location through many home-made video-transmitting aerial drones which were like an amateur television brought forth by the power of the internet.

Such big event would obviously take in the attention of the whole world, so many streamers had shown in the air, the whole world watching the Squeam Headquarters Invasion - most of that through VPN channels, such as the Squeam VPN or the World Pirate Party VPN satellite.

A word about the World Pirate Party - being advocates of piracy and royalty-freeness they had it bad in the last few years, so the downfall of Squeam wasn’t but joy on their eyes.

Still, now, her phone had but Shabes’ fat face in it.

- At the time you all see this, I won’t be in this world anymore. I will be gone, and my consciousness will inhabit Another World forever!

Sashas’ face became pale.

Forever? What?!

- After today, I shall inhabit this mortal plane no more! In both mind and soul, I shall live on Another World! Come with me if you want to! Remove the safety wires of your neuroset and plug it on any physical phone line or Another-World accessible VPN, and you will be there instantly!

Shabe seemed elated for a few moments, but then turned serious after a bit.

- Unfortunately, this will not work for those who have no account set on Another World. As soon as my Tower is brought down, all User Interface will disappear. Your minds will be with me but, without a vessel, your memories will probably be lost.

Shabe closed his eyes, and the camera zoomed out to show him inside a gigantic pool-like goo tube, one two hundred times bigger than the one used by regular employees.

This tube filled most of Squeams’ Tower last floor, and it was all meant for Shabe, and for him alone.

It held the secret to Another World, as well as the User Interface. All carefully designed by that little man.

- I will say goodbye now, my friends and my enemies. May we never see each other’s mortal coil again!

Shabe submersed at the goo pool, his eyes rolling back and his body slowly floating upwards. Under the eyes of the crowd, a mechanical arm rose from the depts of such tube and mercilessly stabbed Shabe on the head.

Next, the transmission was cut off.