Chapter Three: Number Ten for the Bottom Club

[They're preparing to synchronize my new movements into him.] Lin replied: [Stay alive. I am registered now. Tonight I'll try to enter the core archive.] On the pitch, Saint-Denis went one goal down before halftime. In the sixty-third minute, Jules suffered calf cramp. Baptiste tilted his head toward Lin. “Number ten. Don't expect time to warm up.” Lin removed his coat. Someone in the stand recognized the cleaner from the nearby medical center and whistled. “Hey, Mop! Clean the grass while you're out there!” Lin's first touch ended with him on the ground. Montreuil's number six looked down at him. “Go back to cleaning toilets.” Lin stood and played the free kick backward. The system interface floated at the edge of his vision.