"Oh, I realize. How do you think I feel?" A hand gesticulates. "I'm sitting here talking to a User."
Maybe that's why he was pushed out of Cyberspace and into the User's world. The Net works in mysterious ways, and it seems like their User abandoned them. As long as he backs up the hard drive, he can download Mainframe's core into another CPU. Even give them a little extra to work with. It wasn't the Supercomputer, but Mainframe's Ram and Processing Speed wasn't anything to quit file over. He's been to systems far more downgraded that operated just fine.
"Then you know I'm going to have to go back for it," and if this place was anything like Mainframe then stores would be shutting down for the end cycle soon. A computer like that would take some time to dismantle. This is his hope, at least. So Bob doesn't make a move to leave yet. His eyes scanned Tensai when the man cut himself off. I'm a prog-- a prog..? "Programmer?" came a few nanoseconds later. It was the only thing that logically followed.
"Alright, then." Bob thinks for a moment. "I think the easiest way to describe me is an Interface, a protection program. A bit more complicated than Antivirus software but close enough. In the Net, they call us Guardians. We all have similar functions, just different internal protocols on how to execute them."
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Maybe that's why he was pushed out of Cyberspace and into the User's world. The Net works in mysterious ways, and it seems like their User abandoned them. As long as he backs up the hard drive, he can download Mainframe's core into another CPU. Even give them a little extra to work with. It wasn't the Supercomputer, but Mainframe's Ram and Processing Speed wasn't anything to quit file over. He's been to systems far more downgraded that operated just fine.
"Then you know I'm going to have to go back for it," and if this place was anything like Mainframe then stores would be shutting down for the end cycle soon. A computer like that would take some time to dismantle. This is his hope, at least. So Bob doesn't make a move to leave yet. His eyes scanned Tensai when the man cut himself off. I'm a prog-- a prog..? "Programmer?" came a few nanoseconds later. It was the only thing that logically followed.
"Alright, then." Bob thinks for a moment. "I think the easiest way to describe me is an Interface, a protection program. A bit more complicated than Antivirus software but close enough. In the Net, they call us Guardians. We all have similar functions, just different internal protocols on how to execute them."