Disclaimer: The characters of Reboot, the system of Mainframe, and all other such Rebootish things are copyright to Mainframe Entertainment Inc, and to some extent Alliance . . . dang, can never remember the full name. Please don't sue, I cannot afford savage attack lawyers, or even an attack chihuahua.
Although a MST3K-ing would be welcome. Just tell me where you put it up, neh? :
I also fully appologize to Slack and Hash, my unwitting and unknowing muses in the writing of this fic. May they forgive the lunacy my viewing of their creativity has spawned, and snitching lines from their '10 things I would Like say' page. Their beyond lovely Reboot website (with some of the BEST fanfic & art I've seen!) is at: http://www.c4vct.com/kym/slachash/
Full cheers, praise, and maniacal laughter for Hanako! Without the List to help keep my ego pricked /before/ my friends could read this . . . well, I'd be getting a LOT more teasing than I am now. And those who post at The Lists forums, for saying things that have made me
laugh, and kept me generally level while writing this. May they not lynch me with rubber penguins and fried green tomatos.
My own loony webpage is at: http://www.geocities.com/coravix/
All flames will be re-directed to the incinerator, my brother's bedroom, or used to cook oatmeal.
- - - - - - -
This is a Reboot fanfiction from the slightly questionably sane mind of Silent Steel. Spellcheck, a beta reader, Insane Asylum Inmate #1457, and several cans of Pepsi1 were utilized in the creation of this fanfic. While seasons 1-3 of Reboot have been declared absolute canon in the creation of this fic and will be followed to the best that human
memory can manage without DVD or videotape assistance, post and pre timeline of the series has been declared open territory.
And somebody already shot the 'No Hunting' sign. With buckshot.
Time equivilents:
Pica = Second
Nano = Minute
Micro = Hour
Cycles = Day/24hours
Kilo = Month
Second = Year
(Yes, I know it sounds dumb, but it works in my head. Which says something about the state of my mind)
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### Warning: Incoming Fanfiction###
Virii
By Silent Steel
- - - ^ - - -
The game settled with barely a whisper of sound, and darkened, the wild pulsing of energy settling to the slower, almost dreamy drifting that marked a game in progress.
Mouse shook her head, turning away from the main vidscreen to look at her terminal. With a few taps, the terminal's vidscreen began scrolling through the many security shots that had been received of the site where the game had set down, searching for abnormalties.
"Ah hope they're all right in there. Whatever it is we've been looking for . . . "
"Could be in there with them, I know."
Dot slowly turned away from the main vidscreen to look at Mouse, her concern and her worry plain upon her face for once. The steel-nerved Command.Com unfolded her glasses, putting them on. Without a word, both of the sprites turned to her individual tasks, Dot in preparing the defense force to move in at the end of the game, Mouse to continue the search for any link between the incidents and anything within
Mainframe's past or present.
- - - - - -
It was sweet . . a drugging euphoria of contentment and completion. As he leaned against the wall, limbs loose and barely under his control, the absent thought of how much more intense this must be for /her/ crossed his mind. The laughter bubbled up out of him, light and carefree. It would fade, leaving them hungry again . . but for now, it was a lusciously delightful experience.
A few steps away, the body faded into nothingness.
- - - - - -
Bob and AndrAIa had to wait only a short collection of moments before the scenery of the game unfolded around them. Not quite literally unfolded, as many mathematical shapes almost fell into place to form the walls and floors around them. All in all, like a neon-edged, grey-painted version of home.
They exchanged a glance.
"Are you as disturbed by this game layout as I am?"
"Probably more."
"Do you know what the name is?"
"Let me check . . . GLTron. Apparently the user has to pilot a -- dang, can't tell -- through a maze."
A long moment of silence passed.
" . . Reboot!"
The normal flare of light surrounded both of them . . and one could almost wish for some sort of camera to record their expressions afterwards. AndrAI just stared for a short while, before clearing her throat and speaking,
"Bob . . you look . . good?"
The last word was somewhat hesitant, as if AndrAIa wasn't quite sure if that was the appropriate word. Bob shook his head as he shrugged, staring at the smooth, curved gauntlets that had appeared on each arm, nearly concealing his hands completely. Thin lines of red light pulsed through the grey, through all of his outfit, except the wrap around his waist. The same had happened with AndrAIa's outfit, although with gauntlets that didn't bulk up as much nor cover more than the back of her hands beyond the wrist. She also didn't have a wrap around her waist.
They stared silently at each other and at their surroundings, watching the red light pulse through everything.
"This should be interesting."
- - - - - - -
Phong folded his fingers togther slowly, settling his hands upon the table before him as he studied the one seated across the table. His opponent was perusing the board between them, the board built into the table . . only six pieces had been placed so far, but both of them
could already tell it was going to be a long game.
"You've gained skill."
Phong's pet, which he had brought with him, whined as large and familiar fingers brushed over the small cage. Phong, as in his long habit when thinking, set his hands before him, fingertip to fingertip, with the palms far apart.
"He has been a good pet . . . a good reminder."
"Some things do not need to be remembered."
"She is worthy of it."
Silence, this time thick and heavy with memory, unfolded between them. A black stone lifted, and put in place. It was Phong's turn.
- - - - - - -
The game's sprites trooped around them in military preciscion, filing into what appeared to be . . . black pyramids? Not quite that shape, indeed, more rectangular with a snake-like 'hood' at the top where each sprite entered. Like the rest of the landscape, each plane, each angle, was outlined in red light.
AndrAIa was, bluntly, confused by the time Bob started laughing. Just a /little/ impatient, she turned to him, hands upon her hips, and demanded,
"Care to share the joke?"
"Those are Recognizers!"
AndrAIa turned to stare at the black things, mind blanking briefly from shock. It was little wonder she had noticed a faintly hysterical note in Bob's voice.
- - - - - - -
"Wait a nano . . . Dot, come take a look."
Mouse changed the display upon the main city map with the push of a button, her other hand beckoning Dot over.
"This PID is /ahncient/, tah judge by the records. And a reserved one, to boot."
"How did you find it?"
Dot asked, peering through her glasses at the information with the PID. Which wasn't much, a simple log of current energy levels and a record of active times. There was also something else, a number in blue that seperated two of the active times.
"Mouse, what's this?"
"Ahn inactivity time . . but that doesn't make /sense/!"
Although a MST3K-ing would be welcome. Just tell me where you put it up, neh? :
I also fully appologize to Slack and Hash, my unwitting and unknowing muses in the writing of this fic. May they forgive the lunacy my viewing of their creativity has spawned, and snitching lines from their '10 things I would Like say' page. Their beyond lovely Reboot website (with some of the BEST fanfic & art I've seen!) is at: http://www.c4vct.com/kym/slachash/
Full cheers, praise, and maniacal laughter for Hanako! Without the List to help keep my ego pricked /before/ my friends could read this . . . well, I'd be getting a LOT more teasing than I am now. And those who post at The Lists forums, for saying things that have made me
laugh, and kept me generally level while writing this. May they not lynch me with rubber penguins and fried green tomatos.
My own loony webpage is at: http://www.geocities.com/coravix/
All flames will be re-directed to the incinerator, my brother's bedroom, or used to cook oatmeal.
- - - - - - -
This is a Reboot fanfiction from the slightly questionably sane mind of Silent Steel. Spellcheck, a beta reader, Insane Asylum Inmate #1457, and several cans of Pepsi1 were utilized in the creation of this fanfic. While seasons 1-3 of Reboot have been declared absolute canon in the creation of this fic and will be followed to the best that human
memory can manage without DVD or videotape assistance, post and pre timeline of the series has been declared open territory.
And somebody already shot the 'No Hunting' sign. With buckshot.
Time equivilents:
Pica = Second
Nano = Minute
Micro = Hour
Cycles = Day/24hours
Kilo = Month
Second = Year
(Yes, I know it sounds dumb, but it works in my head. Which says something about the state of my mind)
-------------
### Warning: Incoming Fanfiction###
Virii
By Silent Steel
- - - ^ - - -
The game settled with barely a whisper of sound, and darkened, the wild pulsing of energy settling to the slower, almost dreamy drifting that marked a game in progress.
Mouse shook her head, turning away from the main vidscreen to look at her terminal. With a few taps, the terminal's vidscreen began scrolling through the many security shots that had been received of the site where the game had set down, searching for abnormalties.
"Ah hope they're all right in there. Whatever it is we've been looking for . . . "
"Could be in there with them, I know."
Dot slowly turned away from the main vidscreen to look at Mouse, her concern and her worry plain upon her face for once. The steel-nerved Command.Com unfolded her glasses, putting them on. Without a word, both of the sprites turned to her individual tasks, Dot in preparing the defense force to move in at the end of the game, Mouse to continue the search for any link between the incidents and anything within
Mainframe's past or present.
- - - - - -
It was sweet . . a drugging euphoria of contentment and completion. As he leaned against the wall, limbs loose and barely under his control, the absent thought of how much more intense this must be for /her/ crossed his mind. The laughter bubbled up out of him, light and carefree. It would fade, leaving them hungry again . . but for now, it was a lusciously delightful experience.
A few steps away, the body faded into nothingness.
- - - - - -
Bob and AndrAIa had to wait only a short collection of moments before the scenery of the game unfolded around them. Not quite literally unfolded, as many mathematical shapes almost fell into place to form the walls and floors around them. All in all, like a neon-edged, grey-painted version of home.
They exchanged a glance.
"Are you as disturbed by this game layout as I am?"
"Probably more."
"Do you know what the name is?"
"Let me check . . . GLTron. Apparently the user has to pilot a -- dang, can't tell -- through a maze."
A long moment of silence passed.
" . . Reboot!"
The normal flare of light surrounded both of them . . and one could almost wish for some sort of camera to record their expressions afterwards. AndrAI just stared for a short while, before clearing her throat and speaking,
"Bob . . you look . . good?"
The last word was somewhat hesitant, as if AndrAIa wasn't quite sure if that was the appropriate word. Bob shook his head as he shrugged, staring at the smooth, curved gauntlets that had appeared on each arm, nearly concealing his hands completely. Thin lines of red light pulsed through the grey, through all of his outfit, except the wrap around his waist. The same had happened with AndrAIa's outfit, although with gauntlets that didn't bulk up as much nor cover more than the back of her hands beyond the wrist. She also didn't have a wrap around her waist.
They stared silently at each other and at their surroundings, watching the red light pulse through everything.
"This should be interesting."
- - - - - - -
Phong folded his fingers togther slowly, settling his hands upon the table before him as he studied the one seated across the table. His opponent was perusing the board between them, the board built into the table . . only six pieces had been placed so far, but both of them
could already tell it was going to be a long game.
"You've gained skill."
Phong's pet, which he had brought with him, whined as large and familiar fingers brushed over the small cage. Phong, as in his long habit when thinking, set his hands before him, fingertip to fingertip, with the palms far apart.
"He has been a good pet . . . a good reminder."
"Some things do not need to be remembered."
"She is worthy of it."
Silence, this time thick and heavy with memory, unfolded between them. A black stone lifted, and put in place. It was Phong's turn.
- - - - - - -
The game's sprites trooped around them in military preciscion, filing into what appeared to be . . . black pyramids? Not quite that shape, indeed, more rectangular with a snake-like 'hood' at the top where each sprite entered. Like the rest of the landscape, each plane, each angle, was outlined in red light.
AndrAIa was, bluntly, confused by the time Bob started laughing. Just a /little/ impatient, she turned to him, hands upon her hips, and demanded,
"Care to share the joke?"
"Those are Recognizers!"
AndrAIa turned to stare at the black things, mind blanking briefly from shock. It was little wonder she had noticed a faintly hysterical note in Bob's voice.
- - - - - - -
"Wait a nano . . . Dot, come take a look."
Mouse changed the display upon the main city map with the push of a button, her other hand beckoning Dot over.
"This PID is /ahncient/, tah judge by the records. And a reserved one, to boot."
"How did you find it?"
Dot asked, peering through her glasses at the information with the PID. Which wasn't much, a simple log of current energy levels and a record of active times. There was also something else, a number in blue that seperated two of the active times.
"Mouse, what's this?"
"Ahn inactivity time . . but that doesn't make /sense/!"
