It did not matter that Ceaser was stumbling around in the general area he assumed the Library was in, it was hidden and he could not find it. This was too hard; he was a scientist not a detective. Of course, theoretically, he could have made the wrong calculations and the Library was nowhere near his current location, but that was impossible. The code had not been particularly hard and his intellectual capacity should have enabled him to uncover the correct coordinates accurately, would it not? He started to look down as he walked, slumping, as he trudged on. The toxic waste shimmered in a myriad of colours; he kicked the loose particles, producing a muffled noise and a small cloud. The dispersion of light was becoming erratic, making the world shift and change, his vision dancing as the colours swirled before him.
A regular blue flash and short frequency beeping caught his attention. What? He was offline, so how was a signal being transmitted to him? Strange, he examined h