Ready Player One (Ready Player One, #1)

by Ernest Cline

I curled into a ball on the floor and closed my eyes. I started to shake involuntarily. I tried to prepare myself for what I knew was about to happen next. They were going to take me outside.

Art3mis scowled at me. “Of course, when you found out they had secret files on each of us, you just couldn’t resist looking at them, could you?” “I had to look at them!” I said. “To find out how much they knew about each of us! You would have done the same thing.” She leveled a finger at me. “No, I wouldn’t have. I respect other people’s privacy!” “Art3mis, chill out!” Aech interjected. “He probably saved your life, you know.” She seemed to consider this. “Fine,” she said. “Forget it.”