He re-initialized the link. No safety rails this time. He plunged into the rendering thread. The world reassembled itself around him, but wrong. The laws of physics were now polite suggestions. He could see the bounding boxes around the gargoyles. He could see the LOD (Level of Detail) pop-in as he turned his head. He was inside the machine.
Because he had fixed the exception.
He raised his arm. Not to fire a batclaw, but to open the developer console. He typed a single command. rendering thread exception batman arkham city
The exception cleared.
He was in a chair. A hard, plastic chair in a room that smelled of stale coffee and burnt ozone. The Batcomputer in the Cave was a projection. The Cave itself was a texture map stretched over a greybox void. He re-initialized the link
"Another crash," Oracle’s voice buzzed, but it was distorted. It sounded like a VoIP call dropping packets. "Bruce, your heart rate spiked. The neuro-feedback loop glitched." The world reassembled itself around him, but wrong
Batman stared at the code. It wasn't the error that bothered him. It was where the error had happened.