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Jul. 27th, 2030 at 2:17 PM
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!?"
How, though, he got from Mainframe to here. He knew that Mainframe wasn't in a system like this. That's for sure. It didn't have anywhere near the computing power of this system, so what gives? And he opened his mouth to say something but closed it shortly after. Took a few more nanoseconds to configure it all as his feet shuffled over to the large station Finn was sitting at, or had been.
"Would you," his head turned over to the other... (what were Users called? were there several types of Users?) "believe me if I said that I came from this?" A finger pointed toward the computer.