The
Uprising
By Wriness Chikaya
Chapter 9 - Denouement
"And she, a punk who rarely ever took advice..."
Bob looked up at Turbo, holding a large book in his hands. The binding made creaking and cracking noises as the prime Guardian shifted his weight. Bob felt his knees go weak, and he said the two promising words. "I do."
"You may now kiss the bride," Turbo grinned. Bob gently lifted the crinoline veil hiding Dot's face partially, and brushed away a tear it had been successful in hiding as well. She reached up, he leaned down gently, and when they connected, the camera flashes went wild.
Dot felt shivers go up and down her spine, it was official now.
Bob was home, and so was she.
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It took time for the rumors to dispel themselves, but as the myth surrounding Enzo's early Guardian status eventually disappeared, so did this. There were, of course, a few individuals not capable of making the shift, though they had been so capable of making it when it meant public defamation for Dot, and there were a few CPU operators dismissed as a result. It saddened Dot to see them go, but it seemed meant to be.
The feeling of emptiness had left her slowly, but surely, as if somewhere there had been a leak inside her which allowed her pain to drain out. The stress gradually poured out of her life, and she began to relax, realizing that what she really needed was to be a little child sometimes.
The vision of Megabyte never totally left her; she always retained its base point, at least when her work came into play. Sometimes, when you involve yourself too much, you stop controling the situation and the situation begins to control you.
Dot leaned forward on her bed, Bob passed out asleep beside her, one arm stretched towards her side, reaching for her touch. She felt the blankets bunch around her waist as she stared off into space, or rather, into a space sacred to her.
The face of the sage old sprite, Phong, her friend. The picture framed on her wall. Next to that of her parents' picture. It seemed right to Dot.
"Dear, old Phong," she began, the day's turmoil briefly melting away for her to have a chat with her friend. "What would you say if you could see me now. I'd hope you could be proud..."
She shifted slightly on the bed, a chill making her steal some blankets from Bob. He shifted a bit, and then rolled over. Dot almost giggled in spite of herself. He was so childlike sometimes.
"My life is seemingly better than perfect, old friend. My only missing point is that you are not here to counsel me." Here, she paused to wipe away a tear. "Though somehow with your picture on the wall there, you're somehow still here to me.
"I ask of you really only one thing, is that, if you can, please keep an eye on Matrix and AndrAIa. Especially my little brother... he deserves something nice in his life for once. And that sprite he's so attached to seems the very thing he deserves, at least it does to me..."
Dot sighed and laid down on her back. Times had changed, in a matter of cycles, the powers had again shifted themselves. She shifted in the bed, feeling Bob's inert arm almost instinctively curl around her. She smiled herself to sleep.
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See myself
in the pouring home
See the light come over now
See myself in the pouring rain
I watch hope come over me
Here we are
now, going to the east side
I pick up my friends and we start to ride
Ride all night, we ride all day
Some may come and some may stay
Here we
are in the pouring home
I watch the light man fall the comb
I watch a light move across the screen
I watch the light come over me
Here we are
now going to the west side
Weapons in hand as we go for a ride
Some may come and some may stay
Watching out for a sunny day where there's
Love and
darkness and my sidearm
Hey, elan
Here we
are now going to the north side
I look at my friends as they start to ride
Ride at night we ride all day
Looking out for a sunny day
Here we
are now going to the south side
I pick up my friends and we hope we won't die
Ride at night, ride through heaven and hell
Come back and feel so well.
Moby - Southside [Play]
-Epilogue-
Matrix walked into the abandoned diner, searching for AndrAIa's trident. "Damnit, I could have sworn I left it still stuck in the -- What the --!" Matrix's breath caught in his throat.
He reached down and touched the trident, still slick with viral energy.
"You fscking VIRUS TRASH!" Matrix bellowed, enraged. Defeated again. The insult bubbled. And hate flowed.