Otaku Rising Chapter 1: Beginning, an anime x-overs fanfic

.LTD Presents
A Virtual Experience of Epic Proportions

The First Untitled Geek War Epic:

"OTAKU RISING"

Written by

J. Daedalus Govoni

with Contribution and Consulting (Insulting?) from

Mario Di Giacomo

CAST

(In the order I remembered them)

J. Daedalus Govoni...Corinthian
Paul J. Cummings...Mystic Maxx/MMaxx
Suzie Simms...Tareah
Carley Paynting...Kali
Thomas L. Carney...Wolf
Nicholas McNab...Zebediah
Michael R. Frost II...Frosty
Mike Stewart...Marius
Mario Di Giacomo...DigiCom/DC/SSSOK

Special Cameo Appearances and Walk-Ons by
Pete Rose as the One True Lord-God PARTIMGR, PRose

And introducing
John Patrick O'Hanley as the Silver Falcon

Visuals by the Psychotropic Chain Reaction
Special Visual Effects by The Sixties Acid Flashback Group
Lighting by GOD and Son
Cool TechnoStuff by TooLittleSleep, Unlimited.
Robot and Cybernetic parts lifted from the Quinn Labs
Demolitions, Explosions, and Things-That-Go-BOOM by Dr. DAD
From a kinda original screenplay by J. Daedalus Govoni
Original Animation by Etch-a-Sketch
FOLEY editing by Moe, Larry, and Curley
Sound System by THUD (The audience is now deaf)
Vehicles provided by GM, Chrysler, and the DMC
The UPS Truck from HELL created by Vulcan
The UPS Truck from HELL generously provided by PRose
Original Score by Mercury Falling Tape Collections
Stunts by Super Dave Osborne and the Incredible Crash Dummies
Stunt Driving by Toonces the Driving Cat
Toonces handled by Jim from Wild Kingdom
Costuming by TheBigRedSal'sBin
MechaFashions by Mr. Mario
Stunt Llamas by Hannibal's House of Expectorating Quadrapeds
Titles and Credits by This Little Piggie Went to Market
Catering by Little Sleazer's Pizza
Green Eggs and Ham proviced in loving memory of Dr. Seuss
Caffeine provided by JOLT Cola, The Jolt Company, Inc.
Psilocybin, Ovaltine and FiddleFaddle generously provided
by Sandoz, Inc.

Published by .EDU bitnet

DISCLAIMER: All the events and persons portrayed herein are purely
fictional, despite what THEY might try to tell you. :)

Well, there seems to be a plethora of this "write-yer-own" fan
fiction stuff around lately, so it's time for myself and crew to jump
on the bandwagon...

This story is dedicated to anime fans and general science fiction
fans in general. Some stuff you might recognize, some you might not.
Some of it only an obscurist like myself might hint at, and some of it
is original.

Special thanks goes out to Zoner, Gryphon, ReRob and the WDF at
WPI for providing zaniness and inspiration in my times of writer's
block (like this summer... yuck). I couldn't have done it without
your model, guys.

For Paul, Mario, Carley, and Mike for help with editing and coming
up with some really weird stuff to write about. You guys are really
whacked. Thanx, gang.

For all the writers whose stuff I enjoyed growing up and tried not
to steal TOO much of for this story: William Gibson, John DeChancie,
Robert Heinlein, and most of all, the late Isaac Asimov. We'll all
miss you, Uncle Isaac.

For all the writers/creators whose stuff we DID rip off... Oops.
(Innocent-looking shrug)

Thanx to all the DJs at 94.1 WHJY for giving me the proper musical
state of mind for this madness. Lou, yer a nut. Don't ever change.

And last but by FAR not the least...

For Naomi, the woman I love, for standing by me in all my times of
need, and for truly believing in me and my writing ability. Baby, you
are the BEST.

Beginning_ONE

"God does not play dice with the Universe." -Albert Einstein

n
It's bright and yellow, and Mr. Neutron is here eating a bowl of cereal!
Mr. Neutron

kill neutron
You smash Mr. Neutron with a bone-crushing sound!
Mr. Neutron missed you.
You hit Mr. Neutron very hard.
Mr. Neutron missed you.
You smash Mr. Neutron to smithereens!
Mr. Neutron missed you.
You smash Mr. Neutron with a bone-crushing sound!
Mr. Neutron died.
get all from corpse
A spoon: Ok.
5020 gold pieces: Ok
dest corpse
destruct: corpse of Mr. Neutron
Ok.
home
Corinthian's Workroom.
Ok.
dest all
destruct: A spoon
destruct: a HUGE plasma rifle
destruct: Bust of Corinthian
Ok.
tell darkwalker I'm outta here. *poof*
Ok.
quit
Saving Corinthian.
Ok.
Goodbye.

Session ended. ENTER to return to CMS.
Telnet terminated - Connection closed
Ready; T=1.24/1.25 11:22:31
log
CONNECT= 00:09:49 VIRTCPU= 000:27.26 TOTCPU= 000:28.37
LOGOFF AT 11:22:44 EST MONDAY 03/02/92

Press enter or clear key to continue

DISCONNECTED RUNNING URIACC
WELCOME TO THE URI ACCESS MANAGEMENT NETWORK
VALID SYSTEMS ARE:
ECL1 FSVM PR1 TELNET KASMS-1

ENTER SYSTEM _

"What the _hell_ is KASMS-1?" Corinthian mumbled to himself. He'd
never seen that before.
He looked around the room at the other terminals. He was seated in
the back of the room to give himself a good vantage point, and to re-
main relatively undisturbed. Only two other people were here in the
"Dungeon", or more properly, the basement VMS terminal room in Chaffee
Building. Busy today. Usually the room was as quiet as a tomb, perfect
for MUDding undisturbed, or programming if one was so inclined.
The other occupants, one male one female, seemed engrossed in some
code they had just printed out of the local SPOOL, CHAF, and were not
paying any attention to him.
"Let's see what this is all about."

ENTER SYSTEM kasms-1

SYSTEM INVALID
VALID SYSTEMS ARE:
ECL1 FSVM PR1 TELNET KASMS-1

"Since when are you case-sensitive?" Corinthian asked.

ENTER SYSTEM KASMS-1

ENTER CARRIAGE RETURN: RETURN

ENTER ID NUMBER: SCA114
NEW USER.
ENTER ORIGINAL PASSWORD: (Like I'm gonna tell you guys. NOT)

Please wait.

Ten minutes ticked by. Cor idly played with a pen, doodling on a
piece of code-encrypted 132 character printer paper from the SPOOL.

ACCESS TO TOP-LEVEL SYSTEM DENIED
LINK CLOSED
WELCOME TO THE URI ACCESS MANAGEMENT NETWORK
VALID SYSTEMS ARE:
ECL1 FSVM PR1 TELNET KASMS-1

"There's more than one way to skin a cat, but most are messy," Cor
said and tried again. "Top-level, eh? Hmmmmm..."

ENTER SYSTEM KASMS-1

ENTER CARRIAGE RETURN: RETURN

ENTER ID NUMBER: AAA101
AUTHORIZED SYSTEM OPERATOR - AAA101 RECOGNIZED
ENTER PASSWORD: (Insert creative license here) shirley

Please wait.

PASSWORD ACCEPTED
KLARION SYSTEM LOADED - STANDBY

"Hot damn, I'm in..." Cor grinned evilly. Let's see what I'm in
TO. He quickly did a DIR and got a long list of technical-looking
subdirectory headings. One in particular caught his attention:

drx-xxyz-mx1 6510 022992 kdcrecord 1020 KDCField - ROOT

What kind of a crazy directory is THAT supposed to be? he thought.
He quickly CD'd to it and did another DIR. Another list of tech-
nical-looking stuff passed before his eyes, including the following
two files:

-xr-kdc-a 3255 022992 root 74506396
-xr-kdc-m 651 022992 help 120605

He asked the system for README on the 00INDEX file and came up with
the following listing for the files:

= KST-Code for the Klarion DataCorp Random Flux
Field Generator. This file is still in the
developmental stages and is not approved for
outputting or printing.
= User Manual for the Klarion DataCorp Random Flux
Field Generator in ARChived format.

This is nuts, he thought. I have to get a copy of these files. He
asked the system for HELP on outputting files. After several minutes
consideration, he decided to try a default output. He typed the fol-
lowing:

M_OUTPUT KDCFieldGENprttype KDCFieldGENManual / local

He sat back and waited. He slapped his forehead. WHERE was the
local output going to? He queried the system for the output site. The
system said:

OUTPUT LOCAL - BLDG 101

WARNING!
OUTPUT OF RESTRICTED FILES WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OF CPU
ACCESS TIME!
FATAL ACCOUNT BACKLOOP SEQUENCE INITIATED.
ACCESS PRIVILEGES REVOKED.

CONNECTION CLOSED
DISCONNECTED
WELCOME TO THE URI ACCESS MANAGEMENT NETWORK
VALID SYSTEMS ARE:
ECL1 FSVM PR1 TELNET

"Ooops...It's gone," Cor said. "Shirley's gonna be pissed." He
looked around again. The two people in the room had left. He was
alone. He quickly packed up his bag, stuffing printouts and note-
books in as fast as possible. He shut off the VT100 terminal and
left.

Once outside, he paused for a second. Where was building 101? He
didn't know, but knew where he could find out. He set off for the
Carlotti Administration Building at a fast clip. They had piles of
class schedules and directories outside the Registrar's Office with
campus maps in them. He ducked into the north end of the admin bldg.,
walked down the hall, and grabbed a directory. Flipping to page 19,
he looked at the building list. Building 101 was at the northwestern
corner of campus behind the old Dairy Barn parking lot, adjacent to the
Central Receiving building.
He looked at the name for Building 101: Property and Space. Strange
name for a campus building, but then again, it was a strange campus. He
scooted back out through the doors at the end of the hall and headed for
the P & S building to get his output.
On his way behind Davis Hall, the bells started to chime 12 o'clock
(or rather, a recording of bells started to play a clavanova), followed
by the theme music from "Chariots of Fire" (I hate when they do stuff
like that). He covered his ears and yelped audibly.

Run Through the Jungle, Credence Clearwater Revival

He ran as fast as possible away from the Bell-Tower-from-hell. Once
behind the library, he felt the pain in his eardrums ease a bit and low-
ered his hands.
As he passed the FiGi fraternity house, several brothers were busying
themselves tipping over a Dodge Horizon in the staff parking lot. One
looked up, saw him, and belched loudly. He ran on.
He skirted the Heathman Dormitory, where he once lived so long ago,
and jogged through the Dairy Barn parking lot. Someone had beaten up
a VW Beetle and spray-painted grafitti on it in various colors, then
pushed it into the swamp. Some Oceanography students were attempting a
salvage operation from an inflatable raft, to no avail. Cor shook his
head.
Making his way down the access road behind the Administrative Ser-
vices Ctr., he saw several state employees sleeping in a campus util-
ity truck, obviously overworked. Cor looked down the road and saw the
Central Receiving building. He slowed to a walk. His goal was in
sight.
Stepping around the other side of the building, he saw a small 10x10
shed-like addition to the CR building. This had to be the place, but
it didn't look very promising.
It was built out of grey ash-blocks and had a rusted steel door set
deep into the only visible opening. A faded, blue-on-white sign said
"Property & Space" and looked about a hundred years old. The door had
an old rusted handle that looked about to fall off... and a brand new
padlock on it. Cor scratched his head. It was a _big_ lock. No way
he was going to pop that monster off it's hasp.
He bent close and examined the rest of the door. He knocked on it.
Rusted, but still solid. He gave the handle a tug. Nothing. Hmmm...
Wait a second. Putting down his backpack, he quickly rummaged through
it. The door opened out, he noticed. Maybe...
"A-ha!" he stood up, an eight-inch prybar in his right hand. (You
mean YOU don't carry one in YOUR bookbag?) He bent down and got close
to the bottom hinge. Slipping the prybar under the pin, he shoved up-
wards. It gave a little. He looked around to see if anyone saw him.
No one. He popped the hinge all the way out, catching it as it came
free. Cor quickly popped the other two hingepins and inserted the pry-
bar in the crack of the door. It groaned, but opened slightly. Pull-
ing it open just far enough, he slipped inside with his bag and closed
the door behind him.

His eyes adjusting to the gloom of the dimly-lit room, Cor looked
around. Flicking the light switch next to the door, he got a better
look around. The place was a mess. Everything looked as if it hadn't
moved in ages... except for two things. A new-looking table in the
middle of the mess, and a strange looking box on top of it.
Moving closer to the box, he saw that it was unlike anything he had
ever seen. It looked like a large microwave oven, except where the
controls usually were there were four buttons, two of which were lit.
There was no front window on the box like a microwave, just flat steel.
He also noticed that there was a bunch of cables about as big around as
his wrist snaking out of the side of the box and away to the far wall.
This is getting weird, he thought to himself.
He looked at the buttons. They said "RECEIVE", "ONLINE", "RESET",
and "POWER". The "RECEIVE" and "POWER" buttons were lit. This seemed
like the ouput device that KASMS-1 refered to. He looked at the door
of the device. There was a small lever at the top of the door that he
hadn't noticed before. He pulled it down tentatively and swung the door
open, looking inside. Inside the device there appeared to be a bound
text and what looked like a cube. Reaching in, he grabbed the book.
The cover was jet black and the words "Klarion DataCorp" seemed to dance
just above the surface. Flipping it open, he saw that it was the manual
for the KDCFieldGEN that he had "outputted".
His senses reeled. He hadn't even considered HARD output. He looked
into the output device again. A small cube, approximately three inches
per side. The lighting made it hard to tell. He reached in and picked
it up, rotating it to get a better look. It appeared to be seemless and
the sides seemed to give slightly under pressure. Looking closely at it
made his eyes hurt, because the edges of the cube were very hard to fo-
cus on. One thing was for sure, it was _black_. Not black chrome
black, not annodized steel black, not light-absorbing black. BLACK.
Like outer space black. Black hole black. (You get the idea.)
This is incredible, Cor thought, looking around. He closed the door
of the outputter (what would _you_ call it?), and tucked the manual in
his bag. The cube he pocketed in one of the deep pockets of his jean
jacket. he shut off the light, went back outside, replaced the hinge
pins and headed for the Memorial Union as nonchalantly as possible.