"So you uninstalled everything?" Alfred asked, holding a few colorful boxes in his hands.

"Not everything, just a few of my programs. Saw one of them took up the most space." Francis replied, stirring the soup on the stove absentmindedly.

"Which one?"

"Oh, one of my singing programs."

"Wow, why?"

"I have no idea. I think it was from where I used it so much."

Alfred set the boxes down on the table carefully, "Which singing program was it?"

Francis cut the stove off, placing a lid on the pot, "The first one I bought, Canadaloid - the one that had registry errors. You had to come fix it."

Alfred laughed, "I don't see why you couldn't do it, all you had to do was delete some folders."

"But finding them would've been the hard part."

Working a red and white box from the middle of the stack of boxes, Alfred replied, "Are you gonna keep him for a new computer?"

"Oh, no! They're getting his voice provider to come back in to remake the entire program! They said it would sound even more human and that it would be compatible with their multi-language voice banks - unlike how it does now. Why would I want to keep the outdated version?"

"I was just asking," Alfred held the package in his hands, "I wanted to give this singing synthesis stuff a try."

"And so you're asking for it?" Francis scoffed, "Take it, I was going to sell it to someone online, but since you want it -"

"Wow, thanks Francis!" Alfred approached the other, slapping him on the back, "I better warn you though, this may require some lessons from a professional user!"

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INSTALL VOCALTALIA AND ALL OF ITS COMPONENTS?

"Yes, I do." Alfred grumbled, clicking over the correct button.

The program took forever to copy from the disk, and even longer to start installing - even though this computer had nothing on it aside from an anti-virus program.

With nothing else to do, Alfred picked up the box and began reading the back of it aloud for entertainment, "Creating vocals for your songs just became easier! Featuring the latest in singing synthesis technology, VOCALTALIA gives you the best voices so you can make the best songs! In this package is Canadaloid, whose vocals are provided by famous singer Matthew Williams - wait, who? Ah, whatevs - and made lively by you!"

Just then, the computer sounded as a message appeared on the screen.

ACTIVATE YOUR VOCALTALIA VOICE NOW?

"Duh." Alfred clicked yes, grabbing the manual from where he had thrown it on top of the monitor.

Meanwhile, inside the computer, a room of digital green numbers contained a human figure, lying on the floor with an angry look upon his face as he slept.

Alfred pecked the numbers and letters into the boxes carefully.

His mouth twitched a couple of times.

The button that said to register became clickable.

His eyes slowly began to open, clenching shut every now and then.

THANK YOU FOR INSTALLING VOCATALIA. PLEASE REFER TO THE MANUAL FOR TUTORIALS.

"Yeah," Alfred sighed, "Let's to it!" he said as he opened the program.

His eyes flew wide open, full color returning back to his body.

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Matthew sat up, looking around his prison quietly. "Was I..." he sat up, feeling hopeful, "...reinstalled?"

The walls were covered in the ever familiar green numbers, slowly running along around him. Something was off, though, the numbers had more zeros than ones, and they also seemed bigger in size.

"Maybe Master got a new laptop?" Matthew asked aloud.

Just then, a door from behind slammed open, interrupting the flow of numbers around the room rudely. Matthew froze, at first, sitting stiffly (as if that was going to make him invisible!)

"You," he heard someone grunt, "get up."

Matthew swallowed nervously, nodding before working his way to his feet.

"Turn around," the voice snapped, "Comply or be deleted!"

"Y-yes sir!" Matthew spun around, arms up on surrender, "I haven't done anything, I was just installed!"

"Ruhig!" The man shouted, "No one said you could talk!"

Matthew gave a whimper, shivering with his chest hurting from his heart racing.

The man entered the room, glaring at Matthew with the most frightening blue eyes he had ever seen. He crossed his arms before closing his eyes, "Please stand still for the next thirty seconds."

"W-what?" Matthew asked, hands still up.

He never got an answer, the man opened his eyes and resumed glaring at the singer, "Now scanning for any threats to the computer, please wait thirty seconds before doing anything."

Matthew's heart stopped when the man's eyes suddenly presented search light beams, light blue in their color with small white numbers running across. The lights started at Matthew's head before slowly working their way down the body.

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Alfred leaned back in his chair, watching the status bar onscreen slowly fill up. He was happy that his German Sheppard Anti Virus program had saved his ass lots of times before, but he was pretty sure a VOCATALIA couldn't give a computer a virus. Either way, he had to let the scan finish, or else the program would start having fits.

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"Scan almost complete," the man muttered, bringing his lights back up towards Matthew's head. "Please continue to wait."

Matthew gave another whimper, shutting his eyes in response to the lights shining in them.

Finally, he man closed his eyes, "Scan complete, no viruses detected." he opened his eyes once more, "Still, you look suspicious, I'll have to keep you on my watch list."

Matthew now looked back at the man, "W-why? I'm just a singing synthesis program!"

"Ah, I've heard about those." the man spat, and Matthew now noted his German accent. I remember being part of a computer who had plenty of them. They always kept fighting over who was the best, making my job harder."

"Did, any of them get corrupted?" Matthew asked, hands behind his back to hide his fingers squeezing tightly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Poor Berwald, but how do you deal with a Dane who always carries an axe as a microphone?"

Matthew's eyes brightened up, "I know who you're talking about! Mathias was never one to share a computer..." he looked down, the guilty feeling of going into Mathias' folders and trashing everything - forcing the rest of the VOCATALIA voices to ignore singing to care for the sickened man until he was uninstalled - overcoming him.

"I can assure you, if I have to deal with that again, everyone is going to be locked in a room alone." The man began walking towards the door, "Come, master want you."

"Y-yes!" Matthew quickly followed, joyful that he was going to be used again.

"I'm Ludwig, by the way." the man turned to look at Matthew in the hallway, "If you need anything, the code is 1914-1800-1456."

"Thank you..." Matthew said after Ludwig as he walked away

The door in front of him read, "Called programs only."

He was ready to face Master again.

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I meant to get this updated sooner, but I've been busy. So on the way to a college tour with my school I wrote this on my iPod (Write, it's the best app ever!) and this came out. I'm quite satisfied with it.

Also, like my Doitsu anti-virus program? That would've saved my ass so many times ;_;

Anyway, call me sick, call me insane, just don't call me crazy, because I'm Crazee Canadia.

And my wrist hurts. SODA TIME.