He aimed and fired three shots. The first shattered the robot’s arm. The second knocked the robot to the ground. The third blew apart its head. The static of the antivirus program collapsed into a formless heap. The Fat Man tossed aside the empty weapon and strode across the grid. By the time he reached the antivirus program, it was already taking a human shape, mirroring its adversary. The Static Man was the same height and breadth as the Fat Man, but instead of fat, its bulk was made of muscle. Pulling an arm back, it threw a punch at the Fat Man. The static fist connected with the Fat Man’s jaw, sending him sprawling. The Static Man chuckled as it loomed over its opponent. ‘I know what you’ve done. It won’t help. The Interface will consume you from the inside out while I watch.’ The Fat Man spun on the ground, scissoring his legs and knocking the Static Man to the ground. Within seconds he was on top of it, throwing punch after punch.
