system error
Metal frowned, staring at the screen in front of him. He had one foot on the ground and the other on the seat of his chair, one arm tossed behind the backrest carelessly. System error... that was impossible. This was just routine maintenence.
He pulled himself forward, his freckle-spotted nose inches from the screen. System error. Error in what system? He scowled and ran a query, waiting for the results. The computer whirred in protest, already overworked and using every bit of its RAM. He sighed and turned off his MP4 player. As much as he hated working in silence, except for the swift clacking of the keyboard and softer whirring noises of the computer, he really shouldn't be running maintenence while having open his MP4 player and downloading software and three Internet windows. He made a face. Microsoft, go figure. Wily really was evil.
Scowling, he closed three popup porno ads, the original browser windows, and exited the downloading software. Well, he could live without it. Certainly he spent more hours away from the computer than on it, but once he did get on, Elec had to pry him away from it. He liked the anonymous atmosphere of the Internet--there, no one knew he was one of Wily's feared Robot Masters. There, he was judged only by the power of his mind and the words he typed. If he got too stressed from the constant bickering--flaming, it was called--he could just shut the computer down and voila, all his troubles were over.
//If only real life were that simple,// he thought, sitting cross-legged (although he wasn't supposed to) on the computer chair. The query was still running. Elec was convinced he was crazy, with all his crazy Internet friends and the unique ways he had of draping himself across the chair. Not to mention the stories. Metal smiled; writing was the one way he had of releasing his thoughts unto the rest of the world, the poor things. He was mildly disturbed by the abundance of "slash" fanfiction about Mega Man, although he really shouldn't have been surprised. He was attractive, as was Forte (who was frequently, if not constantly, the dominant member of the 'relationship'), so of course girls would be pairing them together quicker than you could snap your fingers and say "what the hell."
Not that he wasn't adverse to the idea of "slash" writing. In fact, he liked it. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he had a huge crush on Elec, one that made him feel giddy and his knees feel weak whenever he got around him. It was utterly silly and quite frightening--Elec, after all, was his "brother", and as he'd asserted many times after Magnet's advances, very straight.
He made a face. He'd just finished running a system check on Elec, and he'd turned out fine. So now it was his turn. And what was this stupid system error? He didn't feel anything odd...
Metal frowned, staring at the screen in front of him. He had one foot on the ground and the other on the seat of his chair, one arm tossed behind the backrest carelessly. System error... that was impossible. This was just routine maintenence.
He pulled himself forward, his freckle-spotted nose inches from the screen. System error. Error in what system? He scowled and ran a query, waiting for the results. The computer whirred in protest, already overworked and using every bit of its RAM. He sighed and turned off his MP4 player. As much as he hated working in silence, except for the swift clacking of the keyboard and softer whirring noises of the computer, he really shouldn't be running maintenence while having open his MP4 player and downloading software and three Internet windows. He made a face. Microsoft, go figure. Wily really was evil.
Scowling, he closed three popup porno ads, the original browser windows, and exited the downloading software. Well, he could live without it. Certainly he spent more hours away from the computer than on it, but once he did get on, Elec had to pry him away from it. He liked the anonymous atmosphere of the Internet--there, no one knew he was one of Wily's feared Robot Masters. There, he was judged only by the power of his mind and the words he typed. If he got too stressed from the constant bickering--flaming, it was called--he could just shut the computer down and voila, all his troubles were over.
//If only real life were that simple,// he thought, sitting cross-legged (although he wasn't supposed to) on the computer chair. The query was still running. Elec was convinced he was crazy, with all his crazy Internet friends and the unique ways he had of draping himself across the chair. Not to mention the stories. Metal smiled; writing was the one way he had of releasing his thoughts unto the rest of the world, the poor things. He was mildly disturbed by the abundance of "slash" fanfiction about Mega Man, although he really shouldn't have been surprised. He was attractive, as was Forte (who was frequently, if not constantly, the dominant member of the 'relationship'), so of course girls would be pairing them together quicker than you could snap your fingers and say "what the hell."
Not that he wasn't adverse to the idea of "slash" writing. In fact, he liked it. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he had a huge crush on Elec, one that made him feel giddy and his knees feel weak whenever he got around him. It was utterly silly and quite frightening--Elec, after all, was his "brother", and as he'd asserted many times after Magnet's advances, very straight.
He made a face. He'd just finished running a system check on Elec, and he'd turned out fine. So now it was his turn. And what was this stupid system error? He didn't feel anything odd...
