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Some kinda open post nonsense
1010... 1001... 1000... The entire system shook as the city continued to crash. 111... 110.. 101... 100... He scanned to Phong, Mouse. Eyes scanned over to Enz--Matrix, AndrAIa... Dot. Even, briefly, Hex. Frisket. This was it. Bob stepped in a little closer to Dot. He came back to a ruined system. The system he vowed to protect. It wasn't Enzo's fault, he was just a small sprite. Bob was so determined to change things that weren't programmed to change, but that was his programming. His code. He couldn't delete Megabyte. Just like he couldn't delete Kilobyte. So here he was, here they were, nanos away from complete system failure. He'd come back just to be knocked offline. 11... 10... 1... But he held her hand, and the panic turned into silence around them. 0.
There was no way of telling how long it'd been but the first thing Bob remembered was the whirring sound of a system restarting, starting, booting, rebooting? Powering up. A bright light and strange sensation covered his skin. Then, suddenly, he was hurdling through space and straight into someone--knocking over several CPU towers in the process.
"Whoa!" bob exclaims, quickly finding his feet and offering a hand to whoever it was that he'd landed on without a second thought. "Are you alright?"
It was only once he began scanning the area after a nanosecond or two that several questions filed in. Arms fell from what position they'd been in to help the stranger. He turned left, and right, slowly processing the data around him until it clicked. It had clicked, honestly, even earlier. But there was just no way, there was no way. And, somewhat flabbergasted, he turned back toward the other person, "you're... you're a User." And another nanosecond later. "How am I processing? How did I get here?"
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There's only one exit, though, and this guy did not come from that exit. Not to mention that he looks like no one Finn's ever seen, but that's not rare. Finn hasn't seen most of the galaxy. He's way more concerned with-
"Where did you come from!?" He's on his feet but backed into a wall, giving as much space as he can in this tiny room. Stupid question to ask, though, since... the guy just asked the same thing. "Who are you!?"
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As he perused the computers in this out of the way shop, it all seemed a little outdated to him but still an impressive array. When he came to the unit that was crashing, he instinctively felt the need to assist it. Machines he got along with much better than people, truth be known- but that is what happens when your creative team betrays you, isn't it.
Reaching out with his index finger extended, he hit the reset button to stop the terrible grinding noises of the mainframe computer.
A moment later, he was recoiling, jaw dropped open and eyes widened as a blue person, sprite, thing?! hurdled out of the machine and slammed into him, knocking him indelicately to the ground. The sounds of machine after machine falling over like dominos was enough to make him feel as if his heart might stop right there. The painful crashing noises were amplified in his mind. "No I'm not alright!" Slipped loudly from his lips before he could stop himself. Wasn't it enough to already be on the run? Was he going to get blamed for this...? Arrested? Tensai foolishly swatted the hand away before he got to his feet, looking between the chaos and the as yet unexplainable phenomenon before him.
"I don't know... any of that.. yet..." Although he didn't want to take on another risk, his curiosity was peaked. ".. but we have to get out of here... NOW!"
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