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The day the contest was announced, the Halliday Journals appeared. He told us to look in his brain. This was the next best thing. At first, it was jammed with gunters looking for answers. Now, the once-crowded halls of Halliday's memories are left to people like me. Parzival. Oh, joy! And how will you eat up my valuable search time today? Gregarious Games, 2029... Office party. Office party. Yes, you've only seen it a thousand times. Why not go back? Each entry into Halliday's Journals is meticulously assembled from personal photographs, home video recordings, surveillance, and nanny cams. All rendered into a three-dimensional virtual experience. Also, Halliday archived every film, game, book, and television program he ever saw, located on the mezzanine. No weapons or mature-themed avatars are permitted within the Journals. Please enjoy your time with us, and happy gunting! HALLIDAY: I like cleaning up. MORROW: Okay, Jim, I'm, uh... I'm going.
Ready Player One
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(TIRES SCREECHES) Yeah, I see it. That's Kaneda's bike from Akira. It's a licensed skin over a standard frame. WADE: No, not the bike. Forget the bike. The girl, I think it's Art3mis. The Art3mis? The Sixer Fixer? I've seen all her walk-throughs, her Twitch streams. It's her. It's definitely her.
Ready Player One
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(SOBBING) You idiot. No, but I only lost 'cause of the bad gloves. Our house! Our goddamn house! WADE: My boys were in that challenge. You couldn't have beat them in a bootsuit, you noob. Stop! No! No! Alice, call the police! No, we are not calling the cops. Go to your room, Rick. Aw, come on, Alice. Why do you put up with this guy? He's a shitshow. I ought to kick the both of you out. I swear to G-O-D, Wade Watts, if I catch you touching my stuff again, not joking... Out.
Ready Player One