New name, new look, new attitude?
"This is... interesting." Fins looked himself over, carefully examining the changes.
He was trying to be tactful. He'd lost the poncho, which was all to the good, but the rest was up for debate. His armor was a bright, peacock blue now, instead of black. And his fins had been changed to glittering silver.
All his trim was silver, now. His hands were still white. and he still had the facial marks, dull red eyes, and tanned skin. He'd insisted on that. But his energy signature was completely different. that change had cost him a great deal of pain. But Bass wouldn't be able to track him anymore.
"I'm still not sure blue is my color." Fins mused. "Especially so vibrant a shade."
"Aw, Fins, you look great!" Mito grinned at his Pet, and the Navi floating inside. "Hey, don't you ever walk?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I should have guessed. anyway, Knut, are you ready?" Mito turned to look at his computer and the Navi that had been revived inside it.
"Yes." The purple Navi sounded sullen. He wasn't taking his demotion well. Fins had taken over all his functions, and he'd been changed into a computer program, rather than a Pet. Fins smirked, then frowned, realizing without his poncho, his expressions were clear. Perhaps a scarf.
A scarf. That reminded him.
"Are we ready to go back to the condo?" He looked up at his operator. Mito looked troubled, but nodded.
"Yeah, but do you really think we'll find anything there? I think the Netbattlers' have cleaned it out." Mito said, dubious at the thought. Going to the old Gospel headquarters for the purpose of finding data might be hazardous. The Netbattlers might believe it was innocent curiosity, but then, they might not.
"It is necessary." Fins tone was cold, hard, empty. Mito was already recognizing that that tone meant he couldn't be talked out of his course. "Jack me in, and get ready for battle. I can get there from here."
".Alright. Fins, transmission!" Mito plugged him into the public terminal, and watched his Pet as Fins dove deeply into the net.
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The net is so beautiful.
So very beautiful. Swirling data, ground of purple and blue, steel and electricity and more data...
Humans might find beauty in a tree. I find beauty in a data block. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
I wonder if Bass has thoughts like this? Somehow, I doubt it. We were all copies, and at first, we were all exactly the same. Made to fight, nothing more.
But over time, I and my twin... changed. We had strange thoughts, strange desires. And no, it was nothing perverted. Desires for freedom... I desired power, he desired knowledge for the sake of knowledge. I will admit I like to know things, but mostly for the power they bring me. He was different.
We were all different. And Bass eliminated them all. How I hate him.
Hmm, data. Data for the sake of data? Data for the sake of power? Ah, whatever, however. Mmm... I must search...
Yes. It's here. Yes! Not much, not much... ah, there's more, scattered. I think it's enough. Protoman, how utterly careless! But, you were busy at the time.
It will do. Enough for a revival. I wonder how much he will remember, what he will think?
Perhaps I won't be the only one to hate.
"This is... interesting." Fins looked himself over, carefully examining the changes.
He was trying to be tactful. He'd lost the poncho, which was all to the good, but the rest was up for debate. His armor was a bright, peacock blue now, instead of black. And his fins had been changed to glittering silver.
All his trim was silver, now. His hands were still white. and he still had the facial marks, dull red eyes, and tanned skin. He'd insisted on that. But his energy signature was completely different. that change had cost him a great deal of pain. But Bass wouldn't be able to track him anymore.
"I'm still not sure blue is my color." Fins mused. "Especially so vibrant a shade."
"Aw, Fins, you look great!" Mito grinned at his Pet, and the Navi floating inside. "Hey, don't you ever walk?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I should have guessed. anyway, Knut, are you ready?" Mito turned to look at his computer and the Navi that had been revived inside it.
"Yes." The purple Navi sounded sullen. He wasn't taking his demotion well. Fins had taken over all his functions, and he'd been changed into a computer program, rather than a Pet. Fins smirked, then frowned, realizing without his poncho, his expressions were clear. Perhaps a scarf.
A scarf. That reminded him.
"Are we ready to go back to the condo?" He looked up at his operator. Mito looked troubled, but nodded.
"Yeah, but do you really think we'll find anything there? I think the Netbattlers' have cleaned it out." Mito said, dubious at the thought. Going to the old Gospel headquarters for the purpose of finding data might be hazardous. The Netbattlers might believe it was innocent curiosity, but then, they might not.
"It is necessary." Fins tone was cold, hard, empty. Mito was already recognizing that that tone meant he couldn't be talked out of his course. "Jack me in, and get ready for battle. I can get there from here."
".Alright. Fins, transmission!" Mito plugged him into the public terminal, and watched his Pet as Fins dove deeply into the net.
hr
The net is so beautiful.
So very beautiful. Swirling data, ground of purple and blue, steel and electricity and more data...
Humans might find beauty in a tree. I find beauty in a data block. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
I wonder if Bass has thoughts like this? Somehow, I doubt it. We were all copies, and at first, we were all exactly the same. Made to fight, nothing more.
But over time, I and my twin... changed. We had strange thoughts, strange desires. And no, it was nothing perverted. Desires for freedom... I desired power, he desired knowledge for the sake of knowledge. I will admit I like to know things, but mostly for the power they bring me. He was different.
We were all different. And Bass eliminated them all. How I hate him.
Hmm, data. Data for the sake of data? Data for the sake of power? Ah, whatever, however. Mmm... I must search...
Yes. It's here. Yes! Not much, not much... ah, there's more, scattered. I think it's enough. Protoman, how utterly careless! But, you were busy at the time.
It will do. Enough for a revival. I wonder how much he will remember, what he will think?
Perhaps I won't be the only one to hate.