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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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The web, huh? There was a ton of information that could be gleaned there but much of it would just seem like a pile of data without actually seeing it in person. "So you don't know anything about the Factions or even which one is in control of the quadrant we're in?" Tensai seemed oblivious to the natural beauty and wonder of the sunrise over there, but then again it was a usual occurrence in his routine. Also, he wasn't overly sentimental about most things. A universe crammed inside a computer would definitely be a trip if one could only see what really went on in there. It took some mental gymnastics for Tensai to just come out with as much as he willingly offered up and Bob seemed to be a good listener.
"Tell me about it. There's no greater virus than those bipeds down there.." He peered over the side of the building watching as the crowds were thinning and various clusters of people were breaking off to return to their homes and apartments.
Edited 2022-08-01 11:05 am (UTC)