Second third-person sample for Sing

To say things were bad at this juncture was an understatement. Things were simply terrible, and there wasn't a whole lot more Gibson could do to help. Bostrum's main reactor, his pride and joy, had just been sacrificed to give himself and the Monitor more time to delay Abraxas, and worst of all it didn't even seem like it was helping. The colony was a disintegrating ruin of infected data and scars from that orange ship and the Elite Guard, and with one notable exception Gibson's friends were all dead or missing.

Watching the Monitor sprint ahead of him, Gibson's fingers tapped his disc. It had cut through so many infected ISOs he doubted he'd ever see it without a yellow tint again. It tore at him to think of it - there had been thousands of ISOs in Bostrum Colony once, each unique and special in his or her own way, and most of whom he knew personally. Those few who had managed to flee the virus had likely been caught in Clu's trap (he knew it had to be Clu; the User would never have allowed something like this, but he was also missing). And they'd never be replaced, of course. The Sea of Simulation was poisoned, and his anger flared up again to think of it. Their last hope would be to get to Arjia in time. If they could warn Radia, maybe they'd have a chance.

Gibson ran a little harder to catch up. There was no way he was going to let that happen, no matter what the risk.