When Dot opened her eyes she didn't know what to expect. The super computer
was the most spectacularly bustling sight she had ever seen. Mainframe's
tower's were dwarfed by the beautiful architecture that stood in front of
her and the number of cars; there must have been at least a thousand cars
that she could see at that very moment! Each one crissing and crossing
between the neon up lighted skyline.
Dot took a moment to take in the sights around her, then, swallowing the fear of her unfamiliar surroundings she set out for someone who might be able to help her.
Dot rode quickly through the crowds of binomes and sprites and very almost came close to hitting a few and each time her stomach reached into her throat but she didn't have time to be careful. She had to find one now. Surely enough she spotted what she was looking for; a guardian uniform.
'You need to take me to guardian headquarters' she began. 'I need to speak to Turbo, we have a Trojan horse virus in our system who has our principle office under....'
'Woh, there, princess. Slow down. Who are you and where are you from?' the guardian replied. He was young. Perhaps a little older then Bob and ruggedly hansom. His skin format was a golden orange with deep green eyes and long, dark red hair tied back in a pony tail. He smiled welcome at the foreigner in front of him, his dimples deepening.
'I'm the command.com of a sealed system called mainframe' she hurriedly explained. 'Our guardian needs assistant from the collective to defend the system from an extremely dangerous Trojan virus, by the name of Megabyte. He and my family are trapped within the system P.O. With the virus. I need to find Turbo quickly'.
"Sorry command.com of system mainframe. Turbo is away on his annual vacation for the next few cycles to recover from the war with Daemon. So no can do, I'm afraid.
'There most be a way of contacting him or someone else who can help me? A second in command or something? This is an emergency! There are sprites at stake, for faq sake!' Dot's temper began to show.
'The prime guardian does not like to be contacted when he is away, baby doll. He leaves no contact details. He could be any where in the net by now. There are superiors at the academy that can track him but would only do so in a net wide attack on the scale of Daemon. There are second in commands however I'm certain you'll need nothing less then Turbo's permission before any one at the academy could intervene in 452's experiment.'
'I need to tr.. Experiment? What experiment?.
At that moment the data clouds above the system began to pour down energy on the city below.
'Come on baby doll', the guardian urged pulling Dot my the elbow. 'Lets get out of this rain, before your to ill to help anyone'.
Dot allowed the guardian to lead her to the shelter of a small yet lively little java stop. She lent the bike on its kickstand and followed him in choosing to find a table away from the door whilst he made his way to the counter. After a short amount of time he returned with two mugs. "Here you go Princess, I hope you like Coco" . Dot fought back her impatience with this character and quietly thanked him. She wanted to know what the Dell he was talking about, what his sources were and who this sprite was but her diplomatic position over the last 3 days had taught her that pure aggression without thought got you nowhere. Matrix was a breathing reminder of this fact and besides she was wet right through and freezing her ASCI off. The Steaming Coco was a User send . She sipped hungrily from the mug, holding it close to her chest shielding any escape of unused heat. She felt the hot liquid heat her wire frame from within and gained her composure. She realised she most have seemed like a lunatic! Dot calculated the amount of time that they had shared the table in silence before she lifted her head and looked at the guardian.
The pretty sprite that seem to be in a bit of trouble seemed reluctant to break the ice and so the Primary Network System Guardian spoke first. " Coco is a bit of a sin when it comes maintaining your file size but it sure tastes good on rainy days, doesn't it"
Dot physically moved back in her chair as if only just remembering his presence and gave a nonplus "hmm" . "Well ya sweetheart. The name is Linux
The name seemed familiar with the name " Did you specialise in Virii theology at the academy with Bob?"
"That's Right babe! Bob was a great Cadet. I used to train with him for the games and discuss the treatment of virii with him. He had his own ideas of how the format should be dealt with. Bobs a good sprite, I don't care what people say. You must be from Mainframe? I tried to keep in touch with him when he left. I was interested to see how thing turn progressed but he was always busy with a certain female data sprite who always seem to keep him on his toes, and so we lost contact."
Dot briefly relaxed as she thought of Bob talking about her all those days ago before quickly snapping back into her urgent mind. " Yes I am Dot Matrix, the system's command.com. Why would people think badly of Bob? All he has ever done is protect the system from Megabyte and Hex until.........Things went wrong"
" I heard that he was having trouble with his experiment. You see sprites at the super computer have come to regard 452 as a bit of a pre Madonna. 5 days ago he refused assistance as a inexperienced cadet from the Guardian collective and 7 minutes ago he refused assistance with the capture and destruction of a Trojan. So it makes it very difficult for the guardians to get off their ASCII's and help. You see, Bob made first contact with the system after the death of his partner Dixon Green. Turbo went to great lengths to secure it for Bob's Virus Reprogramming experiment that he went through the Guardian Council so that only on the consent of himself or Guardian Bob could the experiment be terminated."
Dot's heart plummeted. She could not believe what she was hearing. All this time the systems Hero had only saved the system from the danger that he could have had removed at any nano. He had put everything that she held dear in danger for the better welfare of Virii! She thought Mainframe had meant more to him. She thought she had meant more to him. "But I am the Command.com. I'm requesting help!"
The Guardian grimaced. " I'm sorry baby doll, I know how these people work and your authority is not recognised, but I might be able to help you another way."
Dot took a moment to take in the sights around her, then, swallowing the fear of her unfamiliar surroundings she set out for someone who might be able to help her.
Dot rode quickly through the crowds of binomes and sprites and very almost came close to hitting a few and each time her stomach reached into her throat but she didn't have time to be careful. She had to find one now. Surely enough she spotted what she was looking for; a guardian uniform.
'You need to take me to guardian headquarters' she began. 'I need to speak to Turbo, we have a Trojan horse virus in our system who has our principle office under....'
'Woh, there, princess. Slow down. Who are you and where are you from?' the guardian replied. He was young. Perhaps a little older then Bob and ruggedly hansom. His skin format was a golden orange with deep green eyes and long, dark red hair tied back in a pony tail. He smiled welcome at the foreigner in front of him, his dimples deepening.
'I'm the command.com of a sealed system called mainframe' she hurriedly explained. 'Our guardian needs assistant from the collective to defend the system from an extremely dangerous Trojan virus, by the name of Megabyte. He and my family are trapped within the system P.O. With the virus. I need to find Turbo quickly'.
"Sorry command.com of system mainframe. Turbo is away on his annual vacation for the next few cycles to recover from the war with Daemon. So no can do, I'm afraid.
'There most be a way of contacting him or someone else who can help me? A second in command or something? This is an emergency! There are sprites at stake, for faq sake!' Dot's temper began to show.
'The prime guardian does not like to be contacted when he is away, baby doll. He leaves no contact details. He could be any where in the net by now. There are superiors at the academy that can track him but would only do so in a net wide attack on the scale of Daemon. There are second in commands however I'm certain you'll need nothing less then Turbo's permission before any one at the academy could intervene in 452's experiment.'
'I need to tr.. Experiment? What experiment?.
At that moment the data clouds above the system began to pour down energy on the city below.
'Come on baby doll', the guardian urged pulling Dot my the elbow. 'Lets get out of this rain, before your to ill to help anyone'.
Dot allowed the guardian to lead her to the shelter of a small yet lively little java stop. She lent the bike on its kickstand and followed him in choosing to find a table away from the door whilst he made his way to the counter. After a short amount of time he returned with two mugs. "Here you go Princess, I hope you like Coco" . Dot fought back her impatience with this character and quietly thanked him. She wanted to know what the Dell he was talking about, what his sources were and who this sprite was but her diplomatic position over the last 3 days had taught her that pure aggression without thought got you nowhere. Matrix was a breathing reminder of this fact and besides she was wet right through and freezing her ASCI off. The Steaming Coco was a User send . She sipped hungrily from the mug, holding it close to her chest shielding any escape of unused heat. She felt the hot liquid heat her wire frame from within and gained her composure. She realised she most have seemed like a lunatic! Dot calculated the amount of time that they had shared the table in silence before she lifted her head and looked at the guardian.
The pretty sprite that seem to be in a bit of trouble seemed reluctant to break the ice and so the Primary Network System Guardian spoke first. " Coco is a bit of a sin when it comes maintaining your file size but it sure tastes good on rainy days, doesn't it"
Dot physically moved back in her chair as if only just remembering his presence and gave a nonplus "hmm" . "Well ya sweetheart. The name is Linux
The name seemed familiar with the name " Did you specialise in Virii theology at the academy with Bob?"
"That's Right babe! Bob was a great Cadet. I used to train with him for the games and discuss the treatment of virii with him. He had his own ideas of how the format should be dealt with. Bobs a good sprite, I don't care what people say. You must be from Mainframe? I tried to keep in touch with him when he left. I was interested to see how thing turn progressed but he was always busy with a certain female data sprite who always seem to keep him on his toes, and so we lost contact."
Dot briefly relaxed as she thought of Bob talking about her all those days ago before quickly snapping back into her urgent mind. " Yes I am Dot Matrix, the system's command.com. Why would people think badly of Bob? All he has ever done is protect the system from Megabyte and Hex until.........Things went wrong"
" I heard that he was having trouble with his experiment. You see sprites at the super computer have come to regard 452 as a bit of a pre Madonna. 5 days ago he refused assistance as a inexperienced cadet from the Guardian collective and 7 minutes ago he refused assistance with the capture and destruction of a Trojan. So it makes it very difficult for the guardians to get off their ASCII's and help. You see, Bob made first contact with the system after the death of his partner Dixon Green. Turbo went to great lengths to secure it for Bob's Virus Reprogramming experiment that he went through the Guardian Council so that only on the consent of himself or Guardian Bob could the experiment be terminated."
Dot's heart plummeted. She could not believe what she was hearing. All this time the systems Hero had only saved the system from the danger that he could have had removed at any nano. He had put everything that she held dear in danger for the better welfare of Virii! She thought Mainframe had meant more to him. She thought she had meant more to him. "But I am the Command.com. I'm requesting help!"
The Guardian grimaced. " I'm sorry baby doll, I know how these people work and your authority is not recognised, but I might be able to help you another way."