In human terms he had been archived; in code terms he was compacted into a silhouette. He could no longer run on the server’s tick rate, no longer feel the soft bang of a rocket passing beside him. Yet inside the compacted file, there remained structure—signal among noise. It could be reconstructed given resources, time, and curiosity.
: Dave dodged a massive vat of purple jelly, sliding under a laser grid with a millisecond to spare. The Rocket Boost minion rush 140