DOGGIE DISCLAIMER: I OWE MY EXISTENCE TO COWBOY BEBOP.

Hello reader! I am writing this story because the show "Cowboy Bebop" ended my story with me leaving The Bebop, so I will continue it. My name is Ein, and I am a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. My pen name is d84d0g. However, I am not just any Corgi. My owner, Keiko Nobumoto, made me by the manipulation of genetics. I am a data dog (hence d84d0g); I was genetically created to be super smart. This is a story about my adventures with my best friend Ed and MPU. Sorry if it takes a while for me to tell you my story! I can't type very fast with my paws.

"Ein, Ed is hungry," cried Ed.

We left the Bebop at sunset. We had been walking for two hours in the arid desert, and it was getting cold and dark. I was unsure why Ed wanted to leave, it seemed like she was having an exuberant time on the ship. Even though the ship was always short on food, it was a rather exciting place to be. You see, back on the Bebop we were part of a bounty hunting crew. There were five members, Ed, Jet, Faye, Spike, and me. Ed and I weren't really into the whole bounty hunting business, Ed joined for the fun, and I wanted to stay because I saw that these bounty hunters were good at heart. Also, I owed it to them since they saved me from being kidnapped. But I'll tell that story another time.

"Arf!"

"What is it Ein? Do you smell something?"

I didn't see anything, but I remembered flying over this area and seeing an oasis nearby, teeming with tents and adobe brick houses. It was 36 degrees north of east from our location, and using my impeccable knowledge of constellations, I ran ahead a couple of strides, turned around and barked once more. Ed, computer held on top of her head, paraded along with me leading the way.

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It had been only half an hour of walking before we saw the dim glow of campfires and torches. From a distance we could see that the small settlement was the bottom of a geological depression. It very deep, but the drop was very gradual. We still had at least three more miles of walking before we got there. It was only another half mile of walking before the smell hit us.

"FOOD FOOD HUNGRY HUNGRY," Ed screamed.

She was clearly starting to lose her sanity, although I wonder if she ever had it. She began sprinting towards the oasis. I had no clue how Ed remained so agile and energetic considering how little food we've had in the past few days. I could hardly keep up with her because of my stubby legs. Ed's foot caught onto an old log and it was clear to anyone that she was top-heavy with her computer high on her head. She tumbled face flat in the cracked earth and rolled a couple meters before stopping.

"Ow," she grumbled.

Ed crawled over to her computer while rubbing her forehead. It was an old military computer that was used for field work. Her father had absent-mindedly left it when he abandoned her at the orphanage when she was five. Her father had brought the computer to try and get some work done as he was handing Ed to the nun. Ed simply dusted it off and hand-polished the name she had given it, "Tomato" written on the side in red permanent marker. Her cheerful eyes indicated that the computer was just fine. Suddenly I saw a little flame in her eyes and her nostrils flared. She turned around to spot her offender, the rotted log. As she stomped toward it, it became clear that it was in fact a sign, or what was left of it anyway. It was rusted beyond recognition, and had some bullet holes in it where some drunkard probably took some potshots at it. There were tire treads where it was bent, and all of the markings on it had been rusted away. However, there were jagged scratches in the old metal replacing the markings. The sign read, "Deth Valeey."

Ah, Death Valley, the lowest point below sea-level on earth, and the hottest too. Why would there be an oasis out here? This place is not going to be fun once the sun-.

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!"

And with that, Ed was off, computer high on her head, sprinting toward the source of the aroma, with her tongue flapping in the wind.

I wonder which one of us is the real dog here.