Prologue Retrieval
The battered form drifted aimlessly through the web. A flicker of light caught its ruined eyes. It moved somehow to get a closer look and saw that it was a system and a large one at that. It was the Supercomputer.
Memories of kindness, protection and Guardians flitted though its shattered
mind. It drifted purposely now towards the system.
An orange sprite and two binomes pushed the gurney through the ER doors.
"We have a John Doe, found at the Web Port, suffering extreme web degradation," shouted the orange nurse.
"Get his PID and give him an energy drip," ordered the blue skinned doctor.
"Found - her PID Dr. Apple .... Format too degraded it's a mishmash of virus, web creature and sprite all I'm getting is a name - Hexadecimal."
The patient opened her eyes and shrieked as her life support equipment overloaded. Her eyes glowed red with pain as she looked straight into Rom Apple's eyes.
"Bob" she croaked.
That evening Turbo was in his office doing paperwork when a vidwindow popped open in front of him.
Turbo gasped, "Bob!"
The blue skinned sprite replied, "No Mister Prime Guardian I'm Rom Apple a
doctor at Saint Lovelace's. We have a patient that we believe was a lost Guardian. She was found in the Web Port. Does the name Hexadecimal mean anything to you?"
"Yes, yes it does. When can she be moved?"
"I'm sorry but she can't. We don't even know if she will survive the night
cycle. I just called if anyone left at the Academy wanted to pay their respects."
"I'll be right over. Thank you Doctor."
As soon as the vidwindow closed Turbo contacted his secretary. "Get me all information on Hexadecimal in particular her relationship with Bob, cancel all my appointments for the second and one more thing bring me any information we have on a Doctor Rom Apple and the Saint Lovelace hospital."
Turbo met Rom later that evening at the hospital lobby. It was a small but due to the Daemon Wars it was busy like all functioning hospitals. The doctor smiled, "I've got good news once we purged her system of toxins her condition stabilized. I'll take you to her.
"As you can see we're giving her the best of care. After all she's a hero. We discovered that's she is carrying the active counter viral agent for the Daemon infection and due to the Web damage she suffered she must have carried it through the Web. She saved us all."
Turbo looked down at the small black form. She was covered in burns and was barely recognisable a living data form. Tubes and wires stuck into her trying to keep her alive. Turbo had hoped to take the virus to Bob who was right now in the Guardian infirmary himself. The blue skinned Guardian could have used a friend but Hex was in no condition to show to anybody, however Turbo had an idea.
"Dr. Apple how would you like to take part in a top secret mission?"
Now Turbo needed to pick up another player but that could wait until morning.
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The patient fidgeted on the couch, " Dr. Chandra the dreams they're getting
worse. It used to be that My Lady was talking to me but I couldn't hear here because the She- Devil was screaming. But now oh User."
The plump middle-aged grey sprite laid down a comforting hand.
"But now the- the She- Devil and she snaps My Lady's neck. Dr. Chandra I've been infected by this She-Devil. I don't know what to do.
"The She- Devil is trying to help you. My Lady is Daemon the D Reaper herself. Go live your life to the fullest and see the receptionist outside for an appointment."
The patient left shaken but promised to take her advice. He was one of billions with the same problem- Daemon. Other psychiatrists tried purging the Hex Factor, as they called it, from their patients. At best that resulted in the patient's suicide, usually they tried to take as many people with them. No the Hex factor was needed but Dr. Chandra did not know what to do.
She looked around her small comfortable office designed to ease her patients with its pastel colours, personal mementos and soft furniture. No solution or comfort to be found here.
The solution came with an unexpected visitor.
"Dr. Chandra," asked Turbo. "How would you like to take part in a top secret mission. I have the relevant read me files right here."
Dr. Chandra's Log
After several cycles of reviewing the files I can correctly diagnose the patient as suffering from schizophrenia and a multiple personality disorder. This is possibly due to the toxic conditions of Lost Angles. When said toxins were purged from brain the patient became rational if lacking in social skills.
However patient is suffering extreme neural damage from her trip in the web and while a radical neural resequencing will cure her of her schizophrenic tendencies, due to patient's history and abuse by her brother she will need counselling as well. As the patient is the source of the Hex factor and has effectively infected the entire net I have decided to focus all my attention on her and give the rest of my patients to Dr. Spock.
Please review this as I have many more chapters to add. Thank you
The battered form drifted aimlessly through the web. A flicker of light caught its ruined eyes. It moved somehow to get a closer look and saw that it was a system and a large one at that. It was the Supercomputer.
Memories of kindness, protection and Guardians flitted though its shattered
mind. It drifted purposely now towards the system.
An orange sprite and two binomes pushed the gurney through the ER doors.
"We have a John Doe, found at the Web Port, suffering extreme web degradation," shouted the orange nurse.
"Get his PID and give him an energy drip," ordered the blue skinned doctor.
"Found - her PID Dr. Apple .... Format too degraded it's a mishmash of virus, web creature and sprite all I'm getting is a name - Hexadecimal."
The patient opened her eyes and shrieked as her life support equipment overloaded. Her eyes glowed red with pain as she looked straight into Rom Apple's eyes.
"Bob" she croaked.
That evening Turbo was in his office doing paperwork when a vidwindow popped open in front of him.
Turbo gasped, "Bob!"
The blue skinned sprite replied, "No Mister Prime Guardian I'm Rom Apple a
doctor at Saint Lovelace's. We have a patient that we believe was a lost Guardian. She was found in the Web Port. Does the name Hexadecimal mean anything to you?"
"Yes, yes it does. When can she be moved?"
"I'm sorry but she can't. We don't even know if she will survive the night
cycle. I just called if anyone left at the Academy wanted to pay their respects."
"I'll be right over. Thank you Doctor."
As soon as the vidwindow closed Turbo contacted his secretary. "Get me all information on Hexadecimal in particular her relationship with Bob, cancel all my appointments for the second and one more thing bring me any information we have on a Doctor Rom Apple and the Saint Lovelace hospital."
Turbo met Rom later that evening at the hospital lobby. It was a small but due to the Daemon Wars it was busy like all functioning hospitals. The doctor smiled, "I've got good news once we purged her system of toxins her condition stabilized. I'll take you to her.
"As you can see we're giving her the best of care. After all she's a hero. We discovered that's she is carrying the active counter viral agent for the Daemon infection and due to the Web damage she suffered she must have carried it through the Web. She saved us all."
Turbo looked down at the small black form. She was covered in burns and was barely recognisable a living data form. Tubes and wires stuck into her trying to keep her alive. Turbo had hoped to take the virus to Bob who was right now in the Guardian infirmary himself. The blue skinned Guardian could have used a friend but Hex was in no condition to show to anybody, however Turbo had an idea.
"Dr. Apple how would you like to take part in a top secret mission?"
Now Turbo needed to pick up another player but that could wait until morning.
**************************************************************************** ****
The patient fidgeted on the couch, " Dr. Chandra the dreams they're getting
worse. It used to be that My Lady was talking to me but I couldn't hear here because the She- Devil was screaming. But now oh User."
The plump middle-aged grey sprite laid down a comforting hand.
"But now the- the She- Devil and she snaps My Lady's neck. Dr. Chandra I've been infected by this She-Devil. I don't know what to do.
"The She- Devil is trying to help you. My Lady is Daemon the D Reaper herself. Go live your life to the fullest and see the receptionist outside for an appointment."
The patient left shaken but promised to take her advice. He was one of billions with the same problem- Daemon. Other psychiatrists tried purging the Hex Factor, as they called it, from their patients. At best that resulted in the patient's suicide, usually they tried to take as many people with them. No the Hex factor was needed but Dr. Chandra did not know what to do.
She looked around her small comfortable office designed to ease her patients with its pastel colours, personal mementos and soft furniture. No solution or comfort to be found here.
The solution came with an unexpected visitor.
"Dr. Chandra," asked Turbo. "How would you like to take part in a top secret mission. I have the relevant read me files right here."
Dr. Chandra's Log
After several cycles of reviewing the files I can correctly diagnose the patient as suffering from schizophrenia and a multiple personality disorder. This is possibly due to the toxic conditions of Lost Angles. When said toxins were purged from brain the patient became rational if lacking in social skills.
However patient is suffering extreme neural damage from her trip in the web and while a radical neural resequencing will cure her of her schizophrenic tendencies, due to patient's history and abuse by her brother she will need counselling as well. As the patient is the source of the Hex factor and has effectively infected the entire net I have decided to focus all my attention on her and give the rest of my patients to Dr. Spock.
Please review this as I have many more chapters to add. Thank you