“It’s not a ship,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “It’s a state of mind.”
“That’s it,” he whispered.
The ship dissolved into a million harmless sparkles of light. The Lock surged open. Billions of data vessels shot through like startled fish. unblocktheship
A colossal cargo vessel named The Ever Given , but in this world, it was called The Everdata , had veered off its algorithmic path and lodged itself sideways in the Lock. It wasn't made of steel, but of solid, forgotten memes—viral blocks of obsolete internet jokes so dense and sticky that they gummed up the entire waterway. “It’s not a ship,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes