Ready Player Two (Ready Player One #2)

by Ernest Cline

“That’s why I love it!” Art3mis replied. “Don’t yuck my yum, Aech. Don’t do it.”

I smiled back at her. “Of course not,” I replied. “I fucking love you. You’re my best friend. You’re part of my chosen family, which is the only kind that matters. Right?”

There was a large clock mounted up above, with THE TIME printed directly above it in all-capital letters. This struck me as odd, like printing THE DATE above a calendar.

The mf-ing Time! Duh.

“Gentlemen, please remember—you can’t stop the revolution if you don’t have the time,”