Dot HackDIABLO

Co-Written by Riptide and Cyte

Prologue: Twilight Rising

Deep in the night
Far off the light

His fingers flew across the keyboard, only a muted flickering light from the screen evidence of the new existence coming forth. Lines of code raced across the interface in a continuous stream, trying desperately to keep up with the user's phenomenal typing rate. In fact, the stream of binary continued across the screen even after his fingers were withdrawn from the keys and placed upon his temples.

Missing my headache
Sweeter delight
Kissing my love ache

For anyone else in the room, the aura of exhaustion may have been too overpowering for anyone else to remain conscious. After spending over seventy-two hours writing and debugging what must have been millions of lines of code, breaking through firewall and protocols alike, it seemed like every sector of his mind was about to shatter, his reserves drawn to their last. But still, he continued, even as dawn hinted at its existence through the heavy drapes of his office.

His work was nearly done.

He blinked in surprise when a soft beep permeated through the room. Looking up, he was mildly surprised to see that the processor had finally caught up with his rapid typing and had finalized the completed program. After whining for a few seconds, a command prompt appeared on his monitor.

Program: Twilight Complete

Execute?

Y/N

How come I must know
where obsession needs to go?
How come I must know
where the passion hides its feelings?

For one instant, a trickle of hesitancy came up in his tired mind. He didn't really have to do this now. He could go to sleep, get some food and a bath, and then give this course of action some more consideration. However that thought was very fleeting, and with no further fanfare he pressed the Y key and enter in rapid succession, closing his eyes and smiling softly as the computer again started whining, the monumental stream of data bursting forth into cyberspace. Finally allowing his head to rest on the desk's surface, he allowed only a few words to escape his lips before blessed unconsciousness took him away.

"Let the games begin…"

How come I must know
where obsession needs to go?
How come I must know
the direction of relieving?