"Eek." Sophie moaned.

"Eek is right." Nostra seconded.

"WE ARE HAVING TO DO THIS IN FREAKING STORY FORMAT!" Milldred all-but-screamed.

"And that's the end of the world?" asked Artemis, wandering in.

"HECK YES!" Diana said, or rather shrilled.

"Why?"

"Oh, shut up." Said Sophie, even less amiably than usual. "You don't — Look, yes, it IS THE END OF THE D'ARVITING WORLD FOR FROND'S FREAKING SAKE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS — HELP ME! I'm having to hold TEN FREAKING TERABYTES! in my mind! accurately! FOR EVERY PARAGRAPH! THAT IS WHY SCRIPT IS PREFERABLE TO STORY WHEN THE AUTHOR IS IN IT!" She rubbed her forehead. "Great. Now I gave myself a headache with the caps."

At that moment, Foaly came trotting in.

Sophie threw up her hands in exasparation. "Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse…" She proclaimed. Foaly looked hurt.

"Look." He said, holding out a Mac laptop that Sophie stared at in amazement. He then proceeded to gripe about how D'arvitting slow these mud man computers are while Sophie stared, in fear and then with growing frustration, at the screen.

"Darn it!" She burst out; "I cannot understand CSS!"

"The main thing is — ", the centaur started to clarify, until Artemis spoke up, having grabbed the laptop while Sophie and Foaly were trying to avoid cramming ten years worth of CSS study into her head and trying to cram the CSS study into it, respectively.

"Fido's broken."

"And we don't even have Ixian probes…" Someone muttered, possibly Holly.

"I don't see what the Ixian probes — or that what-do-you-call-it probe they put in the Bashar guy, for that matter — OUCH! Yow! Hey!", Artemis tried to say, having been attacked by Sophie for this horrible irreverence to Chapterhouse:Dune.

"Now, you two," said Root, appearing because Sophie felt like it, "the thing we should be worrying about is — pony, what should we be worrying about?"

"We should be worrying about," Sophie said slowly, "THE FACT THAT FIDO IS BROKEN!"

"Huh?"

"FIDO is the editor-bot of FanFiction. If he's broken… we could all disappear." She said, clapping her hands to illustrate the next statement: "Like THAT!"

"But what should we do?" asked Artemis.

"We should — " Sophie started to say, but Fido, Fire Fox, Windows XP, and Microsoft Word got together and threw a wobbly, disappearing what comes after this