The school day ended and Alyssa returned back home, just like last week. She was quickly done with her homework and snack. She was, once again, waiting for the GroundBridge to open.

But this time she was going to bring her laptop with her and access the magazine on it via Autobot network – she had already learned that it had full internet access.

The portal which had become a familiar sight to her appeared. Alyssa disappeared into it in seconds.
"Do you actually have some sort of anti-virus programming there?" Ratchet asked as he saw the laptop.
"Yeah," Alyssa told. "And I'm careful when going around the internet anyways."
"Good. I don't want to encounter any human viruses in this system," Ratchet said.
"No need to worry about that. I'm not going around any unknown sites now," Alyssa told. "I just have a glitch to check."
"A glitch? In what?" Cliffjumper asked as he lifted the girl up to the desk.
"In a layout. Must be something in its programming," Alyssa told, turned her laptop back on and tried to access the magazine. The server did not let her in.
"What do you mean, wrong password or username?! It's as right as always!" Alyssa shouted at the screen.
"What's going on?" Arcee asked, hearing the girl.
"There's something seriously wrong with this thing! It doesn't let me log in!" Alyssa told and hit the Enter button many times. It showed the same message. "Seriously! What's wrong with this crap?!"
"Calm down before you blow a diode," Cliffjumper said.
"Humans don't have diodes, but I have a feeling that I very well may blow something up. I'll try once more. Just once more," Alyssa said. She typed everything very carefully, making sure everything was written correctly. "Now fucking log in you piece of crap."

A new window opened up. It asked the secondary password. Alyssa typed that and proceeded. With much less speed than usually, Alyssa typed everything and after the fifth password had been typed, the magazine opened up.
"Finally!" Alyssa sighed.
"So you got through?" Ratchet asked coolly. "No need for a Cybertronian to break through?"
"No. And even if I hadn't gotten through, I'd just call the second security person and ask what the hell is going on," Alyssa told.
"Second security person?" Arcee asked.
"He, along with me, is responsible for the security of this thing," Alyssa told.
"What thing, exactly?" Cliffjumper asked.
"Ah, it's just a, well, a class project. A kinda secret one, though. And unofficial. But we all participate in doing it," Alyssa told. She preferred to not tell the Cybertronians what the thing exactly was. She was sure that especially Ratchet and Optimus would disapprove greatly.
"So what's exactly the problem with the layout?" Ratchet asked.
"It's distorted," Alyssa told as she accessed the code and muttered some curses; the code was very badly messed up. "What on Earth has happened here?"
"What's wrong?" Cliffjumper asked.
"The code is completely messed up!" Alyssa told. "I need to call some people about this later."
"Why?" Arcee asked.
"Because I'm not the only one behind this code," Alyssa told and ran her hands through her hair, sighing in dismay. "This mess will take time to be fixed."

Ratchet moved to inspect the screen and the code shown on it.
"I know, this is primitive when compared to that of yours," Alyssa noted self-consciously. "And that it's created and viewed on primitive devices by primitive people. You're on a primitive planet, so please live with it."
"I did think that you could learn something about our technology and programming and possibly tweak it to your primitive platforms," Ratchet noted bluntly.

Alyssa looked into the optics of the medic, surprised. Had Ratchet just implied what she thought he had?
"Hearing you making many simple and avoidable mistakes when comparing your technology to ours does irritate me a lot," Ratchet told, now sounding more like himself again.
"I can believe that," Alyssa noted simply.

An annoying "bling" coming from her computer startled everyone and Alyssa turned to look at the screen.

Kareema, under the nickname Nightfall, had accessed the chat.
What do you think? she asked.
"What's that?" Ratchet asked.
"The private chat. My classmate who has responsibility on this mess we mean to be a layout code also knows that something's wrong about it," Alyssa answered and answered under her own nickname, Silverwind, It's completely messed up.
But how? asked Nightfall.
I wish I knew. We need to talk with other coders tomorrow at school. I'm sure we can solve this thing together, Alyssa answered.
And if we can't?
Then we need to remake it (from the desktop code?)

Bling!

HoLyGRiFFiN

had come online. Alyssa smiled; the boy behind the nickname, Vilgot, was part of making both layout codes.
Wazzup? he asked.
Î, Nightfall pointed at the conversation.

Ten seconds passed by and then came the reply, Could we get the crew up now?
You think they all can get online right now?
Alyssa asked.
I suppose, HoLyGRiFFiN answered.

Alyssa muted her computer and soon she was completely swallowed into the conversation. Optimus, Bulkhead and Bumblebee returned from wherever they had been. Optimus looked at Ratchet in an interrogative manner and the medic shrugged.
"Some trouble with some sort of a 'class project'. I lent her some Cybertronian coding knowledge," Ratchet told and snorted. "I doubt she can utilize it on such a primitive platform, but at least she may learn something about our technology. I'm fed up with her mistakes at it."

Optimus looked at Alyssa, who shortly nodded at the arrived Autobots before turning back to the screen. She frowned.
"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked her.
"There certainly is," Alyssa answered, shaking her head. "It seems that someone unauthorized has gotten past. Someone unauthorized AND highly immature."

Wordlord, also known as Tony in the world outside the digital environment, was posting horrendous spam and very stupid things on the chat.
Wordlord, WTF? asked Secura; Selena had come there just to see if something was going on.
Someone please call him to see wtf is going on. It was Nightfall.
Already on it! that was ICON, the second security person, also known as Jasper.
Trying to block this shht, Alyssa informed.

"Is it something we can help with?" Optimus asked.
"I think we'll have it under control. First, we need to know what's going on at Wordlord's side of the screen and then we will deal with this interloper," Alyssa told.

It's his little brother messing with this, ICON informed.
I FREAKIN KNEW IT! Wartone yelled.
Kicking the brat out. ICON, can you please handle the password part? Alyssa told.
I'm on it, ICON informed.

Wordlord disappeared and the chat calmed down.
What a mess... Nightfall noted.
IKR was the reply from HoLyGRiFFiN.

Wordlord came back online.
Sorry 'bout this. I dunno how Elio got up here, he apologized.
Beat 'im up for me, Wartone asked.
C'mon, dude. Elio's just a kid, Secura noted.
He's effing eight years old. He shoulda know some manners or somethin already! Wartone responded.

Alyssa looked at the conversation.
"It's dealt with now," she told Optimus, who was still watching her.
"Are you sure? What if that trespasser gets back?" Bulkhead asked.
"If he does, a certain angry boy from my class will go and, well, teach him some manners, let's put it that way. Since we already know who he is," Alyssa answered. "But now it's most unlikely since the real person behind the nickname is online."

So, Silverwind, you'll look into this then? Nigtfall asked.
Yes, I'll look into it and we can talk about it tomorrow at school and fix it. Wartone, can you get your tablet with yourself there? Alyssa replied.
Sure. See you there then! Wartone told.

Many See yous and such were exchanged, and many people went offline. Alyssa was one of them; her laptop's battery's charge was slowly running out. She saved the code on her computer and turned the power off.
(So what did you chat about?) Bumblebee asked.
"Our class project's layout was acting odd. We needed to see about it and found out that the code is messed up," Alyssa told.
(How?) Bumblebee asked.
"Something just has gone wrong when making it, I hope. I did not look at it that much, but I think it's fixable. We still need to look into it," Alyssa told.
"Why not now?" Arcee asked.
"The battery's running out," Alyssa answered.
"Why stop if your device runs out of power? You don't even think of borrowing our computers?" Ratchet asked, allowing some sarcasm get to his voice.
"I don't think it's... well, proper," Alyssa noted. "They're your computers, not mine."

Ratchet blinked in astonishment. The girl actually thought something like that?

Oh well, she helped at patching up the wounded that one day, Ratchet recalled. He knew he had made his opinion about the girl by the first impression (which was not, to him, very good), but during the week he had come to the realization that Alyssa's personality was no simpler than that of anyone of Team Prime. And the human's mood and attitude did change quickly and often, making her difficult to read or predict.
"I think it is fair enough that you can borrow a small workspace here for that project. If it's due soon, you better get into it," Ratchet told.
"Oh! No, it's not due anytime, but it sure would be very great if I could see about it here," Alyssa said. She seemed awestruck about what Ratchet had suggested.
"Then be my guest as long as you don't break or destroy anything," Ratchet noted and gestured towards a small spot which would be nicely made fit for a small human and which he could observe from his usual spot.

Alyssa's eyes lighted up and she moved to the place. She had observed how Ratchet and everyone else handled the console and could easily get the screen small enough for her.
"Thanks, Ratchet," she thanked the medic, who just nodded.
"Who would've guessed that our old Ratchet would actually let a human borrow an iota of the workspace here?" Cliffjumper noted.
"That's her own work what she is doing, so why hinder it when I can help it?" Ratchet asked, turning to face the red Autobot. "And if she's working on something where I can see her, I know that she is not messing any places up elsewhere."
"That's fair!" Cliffjumper snickered.

Alyssa smirked at Cliffjumper's tone but frowned at the code then, as she paid much more attention to it. There was something extremely wrong about it. She muttered something she did not know even herself.
"What was that?" Ratchet asked.
"It seems that I know what's wrong. And I have a certain Wordlord to talk with tomorrow at school," Alyssa answered in disgust of what she saw. "I need to find my flash drive at home and get the original code here. This one's beyond salvage."
"What is wrong with it?" Optimus asked as he returned back to the main room to talk with Ratchet about the low Energon supplies.
"The brat who messed with us earlier at the chat has been up here before. Wordlord is not a coder, but the log tells that he has been the last one to make any alterations to the code. I think it's partly accurate to say that this isn't a code anymore. The code is a minority against a... a grammatically unstable and very, very bad wannabe slash fanfiction about... ah, let that detail be. The code itself is at least partly gone, while the core parts are still there, hence the distortion," Alyssa told. "I hate that scamp who did this."
"So how did this intruder get there?" Bulkhead asked.
"He has somehow gotten Wordlord's password and used it to get there. Argh, better hope the new one stays hidden or we need to find another solution to maintain the security of this thing. I do not want any of this... this... I dunno what to call this... up here to this thing we're so proud of," Alyssa muttered. "This will be a painstaking thing to do. Lucky that I'm not alone on this one..."

/Transformers Prime (c) Hasbro, the humans of this story (c) Me/