Chapter Six. It's a little long but there was a lot in there. Footnotes are there just like before. enjoy.
I don't own Cyberchase. Max is mine.
Chapter Six
Digit
"Computer, locate Hapkido training sequences." Max said from her position on the floor of the Holo-dome.
"Holo-dome search inquiry accepted. Hapkido training sequences located. Awaiting further instructions."
"Computer, from those sequences locate grappling, striking, kicking, punching, and weapon usage."
"Holo-dome search inquiry accepted. Usage of grappling, striking, kicking, punching, and weapons located. Awaiting further instructions."
"Computer, separate those usages into categories and label training techniques using Greek Alphabet from alpha to omega."
"Holo-dome search inquiry accepted. Separate usages into categories completed. Labeling usages in Greek Alphabet from alpha to omega, complete. Awaiting further instructions."
The Holo-dome had been invented and programmed by Web as a way of teaching his descendants how to fix any malfunction in any given situation. It was located in the highest dome of Control Central. It was shaped like a sphere with no clear, glass windows. The floor and walls were coated with light-green tile. The tiles, themselves, were the holographic projectors.
The day after Max came home from Shangri-La, she received permission from Mathias to use it to hone her Hapkido skills. The computer inside the Holo-dome had originally been programmed to run technical simulations but it had a vast library of other subjects and the only reason why the computer had such a vast library was because it was directly linked to the Cybrary's own search systems. Among those subjects in the Cybrary was a collection of Shangri-La fighting styles and Hapkido was among them.
Max and Mathias knew what the Holo-dome was originally meant for, so Marbles told Max:
"If you can program the Holo-dome to accept training exercises for your Hapkido lessons, than access is granted."
"Thanks Dad." Max said, hugging him.
Luckily, programming the Holo-dome to accept Hapkido training exercises was no difficult task. All Max had to do was sit on the floor and tell the computer what to do. That was the easy part. The hard part was to make it through the training exercises. Of course, in a training exercise, the chances Max would be killed by a sword-thrust or a sharp weapon was extremely minimal. Getting struck by a sword or sparring stave would hurt, but the safety programmed into the Holo-dome would prevent permanent damage to the user. However, the higher the level, the harder it would be for Max to pass it.
"Computer, locate any subjects involving knife-throwing in Hapkido." She said.
"Holodome search inquiry accepted. Search Hapkido knife-throwing complete. Awaiting further instructions."
"Computer, mark subject with title Target Practice."
"Holodome subject change accepted. Change Hapkido knife-throwing to Target Practice complete. Awaiting further instructions."
"Computer, initiate holographic bitmap locations."
"Holodome subject search accepted. Holographic bitmap locations complete. Display locations?"
"Affirmative. Arrange in squares alphabetically by Cybersite."
"Holodome displaying feature initiated. Awaiting further instructions."
Max looked up at the rows and rows of bitmap images of all the Cybersites recorded in the Cybrary. They appeared in squares arranged around a six-sided cube which she was able to move and rotate with only her fingertips. Max rose and picked the bitmaps that had the most promising of terrains. With the palms of her hands, she moved each location onto a multi-chamber wheel, then dismissed the locations she didn't like much.
"Computer, I have completed selecting locations. Save the ones I have on the location-spinner and save as Attack Pattern Locations. Save the ones I have dismissed for future reference."
"Holo-dome save function confirmed. Awaiting further instructions."
"Computer, please keep location-spinner where I can see it. Now, open an empty location-spinner." An empty spinner appeared before her. "Now, search for malfunction training sequences. Arrange them on a cube just like before."
"Holo-dome subject search accepted. Malfunction training sequences located. Displaying sequences in bitmap form."
They appeared in a cube just like Max had instructed and she searched through them. Unable to decided which subject she should pick, she asked the computer to arrange them in order of most likely to least likely. The computer complied and Max selected the least likely sequences first and put them on the location-spinner. Then, she picked some of the most likely. After a few minutes, she decided to hell with it and moved them all; occasionally having to ask for more spaces on the location-spinner to store them all.
"Computer, save malfunction training sequences with title Motherboard Protection Program."
"Holo-dome subject change accepted. Change malfunction training sequences to Motherboard Protection Program complete. Awaiting further instructions."
Max dismissed both spinners and sat back down. "Computer, search Cyber-Citizen database. Display all Cyber-citizens in hexagon."
"Holo-dome search inquiry accepted. Cyber-citizen database located. Awaiting further instructions."
Max stood up again and looked the hexagon over. She found a list of villains past and removed them from the block. Then, she found a list of Shangri-La Warriors and moved them from the block to be with the villains. She told the computer to save the list of villains and Warriors as Hapkido Training Adversaries. Then, after dismissing the adversaries, she went back to the hexagon of people she hadn't moved. Since Motherboard was part of the protection program she rigged up, Max had her removed from the list as well as herself and saved it as Hapkido Training Innocents. After pulling up both lists, she told the computer to automatically randomize both lists and plugged them in with the Target Practice program.
Then, she sat down on the floor again, selected the weapons usage programs and opened a list of Shangri-La Warriors. She dismissed Pi and Red from that list – Pi because he took no part in the training exercises except for the kick-boxing routine behind the Good Vibration, and Red because he was her teacher and she felt he was too short to use. Having eliminated both of those choices, Max was left with the other twenty Warriors. She knew all of them by name but didn't know which one to use. As each of the Warriors were in possession of the same height, build, and even had the same characteristics, Max just built a program around those qualities. But she left out a face and called it "Faceless Phantom". She made six Faceless Phantoms and gave each of them a specific weapon or task according to the specific training portion she had in mind. Then, told the computer how many times each phantom was to appear in each program and how many were to appear at each level. She even opened a link between certain programs to allow for variations in her training.
When it was all finished, Max rose and picked up the roll of throwing knives she had laying beside her. She opened the roll and attached it to small hooks on the sides of her belt, arranging the roll until the knives were all lined up behind her back within easy reaching distance. There were eight knives in all. All eight had a rubber grip for better control on the handle, and a long, double-edged blade. The knives were equal in length, width, weight, and diameter and each one was perfectly balanced. Max could even have one knife balancing on her finger by its tip and it wouldn't fall over.
"Computer, we're going to start off with something fairly simple. Activate Hapkido Training Program: Target Practice sequence Alpha."
"Holo-dome Hapkido Training Program confirmed. Target Practice, sequence Alpha activated." The computer intoned.
The scene changed from the spherical structure to a firing range. Max took up her stance, made sure her staff was out of the way on the floor, and took a deep breath.
"Cleaner droids, stand-by for retrieval." Max said.
The droids in question came alive with rows of colored lights. Their Frisbee-shaped bodies lifted off the ground as repulser engines kicked in. Multi-jointed arms extended from underneath them and their two claws opened; ready to retrieve any and all knives that fell to the ground. Max and her father had built and manufactured quite a few cleaner droids for Max's training program. Max knew she couldn't rely on the cleaner droids to always be there to help, but since this was training, she was going to allow herself this tiny luxury.
"Initiate." she said to the computer.
The computer beeped in response and the Holodome came alive with activity. Targets appeared and at varying distances and Max had to hit them using only her throwing knives. No sooner had a target appeared than Max already had a knife in one hand by its tip. With a flick of her wrist, she skewered the target which would dissolve and the knife would fall to the ground where one of the cleaner droids would pick it up and place it back in its slot.
Max practiced the Alpha-level sequence for a half-hour then amped it up to Beta-level. In Beta, Max no longer received holographic wooden targets. She received holographic targets of people she knew: friends, allies, enemies, and Warriors. She had to only hit the villains and Warriors, not the innocents that randomly appeared. Such actions required a level of self-control Max was still developing. In a sense, she couldn't be a loose-cannon.
When Beta-level sequence was finished, Max took her knives off, rolled them up, and laid them down on the floor in a place that would be out of the way. Then, she shrugged her quarter stave sheath onto her shoulder and cinched the lot snug to her body.
"Computer, activate Hapkido Training Program: Quarter-spar sequence Gamma." she said. "Cleaner droids, initiate shut-down mode."
The cleaner droids beeped and returned to their places. At the same time, the computer beeped in response.
"Holo-dome Hapkido Training Program confirmed. Quarter-spar, sequence Gamma, activated. Bitmap location preference?"
"Surprise me." Max said.
A battlefield, cast in the purples, reds, and golds of sunset, appeared. So did a Faceless Phantom armed with a stave identical to her own. Max blew out a sigh, shook out the aches in her shoulders and neck, then took her stave out of its sheath and held it in defense position. Faceless Phantom made no response. He wouldn't respond until Max ordered the program to begin.
"Initiate." Max said.
The computer beeped and Faceless Phantom raised his stave in attack position and advanced. Then the two performed a merry dance around the arena. Their staves bouncing off each other, the holographic one felt as real as the one Max held in her hand. After a while, Max changed it over to Delta-level. In that level, she was fighting two Faceless Phantoms. By the time Delta-level was finished, Max's two-hours of training was done. Her light clothes were sticking to her back and shoulders with sweat and her untidy, brown hair was wet and covered her forehead, ears, and neck.
Max turned the Holodome off, hooked her knives back on her belt, and headed to her room. On her way, she encountered no one, not even her father or Hieronymus – which was a relief to her because she didn't want to encounter Hieronymus anyway. But, when she entered her room, she met someone she had never seen before.
It was a cyboid, covered with dark-blue feathers, wearing a red hat topped with a bobble and the bill facing backwards, red and yellow shoes, and bow-tie wandered around her room. He was looking up at the Shangri-La artifacts hanging on the wall.
Without thinking, Max rushed in, snatched a rod off her desk and whacked the cyboid on the shoulder with enough force to make him hit the wall. Max was on him in a flash; one hand grabbing him by the chest, yanking him upright and pushing him against the wall with her palm flat against his chest hatch, throwing knife in her other hand with the tip against his throat.
"Holy crap you're quick!1" the cyboid said in surprise. Not something Max expected to hear from something she was preparing to kill but it would have to do.
"Who are you? What the hell are you doing in my room?" she asked. The tip of her knife pressing harder against the bird's throat.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was your room. I'll leave if you want me to." he said.
"Fine. But you still didn't answer my question. Who are you?" Max repeated.
"Digit. Digit LeBoid." the cyboid said. "I just came online like an hour ago. My creator told me –"
"You're creator? Who's your creator?" Max demanded.
"H-Hacker!"
Max's hand pressed harder on his chest. "Hacker? Hacker made you?"
"Y-yeah."
"Why? What did he program you for?"
"I'm supposed to assist him with maintenance procedures on Motherboard. At least, that's what my programming is." There was a brief moment of silence. Then, "Uh, would you mind taking that knife out of my throat. It's kinda uncomfortable."
Max loosened her grip and returned the knife to its slot.
"I'll accept that." she said. "Now, tell me what you're doing here."
"He had a room set aside for me. I thought this was the one. I'm sorry for intruding. I should've realized it wasn't mine and left right away it's just you – you have some amazing stuff here. I-I was just fascinated about these things, I just had to look at them."
Max, believing the cyboid wasn't really a threat to her, let him go. He slid down the wall and landed on the floor. She returned the rod to the table, hung her knives and staff on the wall, found a few clean clothes, and headed into her personal bathroom to take a refreshing shower. Digit followed her in.
"So, uh, what is all that stuff? Where'd you get it?" he asked.
Max stepped into the shower, closed the curtains, stripped out of her wet clothes and tossed them on the floor outside. "I spent some time on Cybersite Shangri-La training to be a Warrior. They trained me in the art of Hapkido. Those tools you see out there are the traditional tools of a Hapkido artist."
"I don't even know what Hapkido is." Digit said. He took Max's gi and shook it out until it laid flat on the ground to dry. "You're going to have to be more specific."
Max couldn't blame him for not knowing – she didn't know what Hapkido was either before she started training under Jethro. So she didn't cuss him out or call him stupid. Instead, she set the water temperature to sixty-eight degrees and turned the shower on; yelling over the running water to make herself heard.
"It's a martial arts style that involves using a cane, rod, quarter stave, and throwing knives while incorporating kicks, punches, strikes, joint-locks, and grappling techniques from a bunch of other fighting styles."
"Oh. Okay." Digit said.
He still didn't quite understand and Max didn't quite know how to explain it to him. Jethro tried doing to same thing but even he couldn't get the right layman's terms to describe it.
"So, uh, what's your name?" Digit asked.
"Max. Max Marbles." she answered.
"Marbles? Doesn't that make you –"
"Yeah. I'm Dr. Marbles' daughter."
"His daughter? Well, if that's the case, where'd you get a name like Max? I mean, isn't that like a boy's name?"
Max didn't answer right away. In fact, she thought about not answering that question at all. Yeah, sure it was a boy's name. So what? It was her name and she liked it.
"It's short for Maxanne but nobody ever calls me that." she said. "Dad hardly ever calls me that, anyway."
"Are you close to your dad?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course we're close! He made me to be his kid – and we couldn't wish for anything more."
Digit smiled as he picked at the light cloth that made up her suit. Both suit and belt were red, but the belt was a darker shade of red than the gi.
"So, what's with these clothes? They looks like a pair of pajamas." Digit said.
"They're not pajamas, it's called a gi and it's the traditional uniform of a martial-artist. Gis usually appear black or white. The Warriors of Shangri-La have gis that appear red, because we are the red Warriors."
"Oh. Okay." Digit said. He picked at the belt. "And what's the deal with this thick piece of fabric?"
Max poked her head out past the curtain to see what he was referring to. "Oh. That's my belt. There are nine belt colors: white, yellow, orange, green, blue, brown, purple, red, and black. White being the least experienced of the belt colors and black being the most. Red is the next to last color."
"How soon are you going to get your black belt?"
Max turned the faucet off and shook water from her hair. "Don't know. Maybe in a few years, maybe never." She reached out through the curtain. "Hand me those clean clothes, will you?"
Digit handed her the tanktop and shorts she had set aside along with the towel. Max stayed behind the curtain, dried off, and got dressed. Then, she stepped out of the shower, picked up her clothes, and padded barefoot back into her room where she tossed her wet clothes on her bed to finish drying.
"How long have you been online?" Max asked Digit, running a comb through her hair.
"Couple hours." he said.
"So, you haven't met my dad yet?"
"Not yet. Where is he anyway?"
"On a business trip with Professor Archimedes. He goes on a lot of business trips. Not only is he Motherboard's chief technician, he's also her representative to Cyber-wide meetings."
Digit gave her a funny look. "Wait, Dr. Marbles is Motherboard's chief technician?"
Max returned his funny look. "Yea-s." she said, slowly. "Why? What did Hacker tell you?"
"He said he was Motherboard's chief." Digit said.
Max snorted. "He wishes." she said.
Digit looked quizzically at Max. "Well, is he?"
Max pivoted on her toes and pointed a throwing knife at him. "Let's get something straight, okay. My great-great-grandad, Siren, was the one who invented Motherboard. Motherboard is his legacy. Siren passed his legacy down to his son, Web, who passed it down to his son, Net, who gave it to both his sons, Mathias and Cooper. When the time comes, Mathias is going to pass that legacy onto me because I'm his daughter. Hacker can fantasize about being Motherboard's chief engineer all he wants but I get first dibs on the position when Dad decides to pass it off to somebody."
"But, Hacker looks older than you." Digit said. "Like, ten or fifteen years older."
"He might look older, but he was actually created ten months ago. I was created six years ago. I'm the eldest, therefore I get first choice. If I don't want to be chief engineer, than Hacker gets it. But, the fact is, he's not going to get it. 'Cause I made a promise to my dad that I was going to uphold my second-great grandad, Siren's, legacy. When a Marbles makes a promise, we keep it." Max said. "Got it?"
"Yeah, but what if something were to happen to you?" Digit said.
Max glared at him, suspiciously. "Something were to happen to me? Like . . . what kind of something? You're not planning on deleting me, are you?"
"No. It was just a question. I mean, what if something were to happen to you? Like, what if your circuits went bad beyond repair or what if your battery dies and gets corroded? What then? Would Hacker get to be Chief Engineer then?"
"Probably. But that'll take forever to happen. So chances are he won't get it." Max said. She flipped her knife around so she was holding it by its tip. "Got it."
Digit nodded, vigorously and Max returned the blade to its pouch.
She sat on her bed and stretched, watching the cyboid as he checked out the rest of her tools; snapping at him when he reached to touch the rod.
"Hey! You can look but you can't touch."
"Sorry." he said, sharply withdrawing his wing like he had been shocked.
"S'okay." Max said. She laid back onto her pillow. "It's a common law for Warriors – nobody is allowed to touch the weapons of another. I just ask you follow that rule."
"I will. Don't worry." Digit said.
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The fact Digit was made by Max's least favorite person didn't really phase her much. In fact, she was beginning to like him. As it turned out, Mathias liked Digit too and he approved of his friendship with Max. But the fact she was beginning to like Digit didn't necessarily mean she was going to like Hieronymus.
Ordinarily when a borg makes another sentient being, a lot of their personality and know-how gets copied into the being's hard drive, which was precisely why Max was quite a bit like Mathias in many respects. But the only thing Hieronymus and Mathias had in common was their intelligence. Hieronymus's appearance and personality were completely different than that of his creator. Digit was also quite a bit different from Hieronymus. Hieronymus was extremely intelligent and Digit . . . well, wasn't so much – if a comparison could be made, Digit had the IQ of an elementary schooler. There were also a lot of things Hieronymus did that could only be called questionable.
For one, he had introduced himself to Digit as Motherboard's chief engineer, leaving out the fact that Mathias was actually holding that position; though Digit had made it clear he knew of Mathias. Two, Hieronymus was caught once by Motherboard for the unauthorized downloading of programs he wasn't supposed to have. The consequences of his actions resulted in him being grounded and he had to perform window-washing duties in Max's stead. The third thing he did was attempt to double his gigabytes and crashed the data storage system in the terminal he was using to perform the action. Motherboard grounded him then too. Max and Digit couldn't get over the hilarity of it all. Especially when Digit managed a passable imitation of Hieronymus stuttering in front of Motherboard when his infractions were discovered.2
While Digit's impersonation of Hieronymus was amazing enough – Max could've sworn it was Hieronymus in the room when she closed her eyes to listen – what was even more amazing was when Digit actually controlled both sides of the overheard conversation by imitating Motherboard. The action sent Max roaring with laughter and that was Digit's ticket into Max's life.
The two became inseparable after that. Max even went as far as to let Digit sit in the Holodome and watch her practice her Hapkido – something only Mathias had been allowed to see before Digit. Now that the two were friends, Digit could often be seen in sleep-mode on a pillow in Max's bed, her arm over his body as though attempting to protect him from some unseen danger.
Then again, maybe Max was trying to protect Digit from something, but Mathias couldn't put his finger on what. Until one fateful night when their future was changed for the worst.
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During her training on Shangri-La, Max had developed a new skill: How to remain in sleep-mode while still being able to sense when someone was going to hurt or touch her. Of course, while this came in handy, it was also a little annoying. Max always got up before Mathias who always got up before Hieronymus. But Digit always got up before Max – Digit discovered he had a wonderful gift for cooking and he got up early so he could fix breakfast for everyone. Max didn't mind if Digit got up before her. In fact, it took a lot of time out of her morning trying to figure out what she wanted before meditation and Hapkido practice. But Digit wanted Max to join him in the kitchen.
Max knew Digit was trying to wake her up. She could feel his wings on her shoulder, shaking her, and hear his voice as he stage-whispered her name. She continued to ignore him, not realizing Hieronymus had made Digit to be a persistent little booger. However, Max was much more stubborn that Digit and, eventually, the cyboid gave up and headed for the kitchens.
Max knew it was very late when Digit started shaking her. She had only just gotten out of her second round of meditation and was getting into sleep-mode when her door hissed open. Digit's wing feathers touched Max's shoulder and she thought about hitting him. Trying to wake her up at six am. was one thing, but ten pm. was quite another.
"Max!" he stage-whispered, his voice urgent. "Max, please, wake up."
The urgency to his voice was enough to make her think something bad was up. Opening one eye, she could see he was on edge and she didn't like that one bit.
"Digit, what is it?" Max asked, stretching and yawning.
"It's Hacker. He's in the control center working on Motherboard right now." Digit said.
"So?" Max said. She didn't understand the difference right away.
"So! Instead of putting something in, he's taking something out." Digit said.
"Like what? He works maintenance, Didge. It's his job to take something out." Max told him.
"Uh, call me ignorant, but I don't think an encryptor chip is supposed to be removed." Digit said.
"WHAT! He's taking out Motherboard's encryptor chip! Why didn't you just say so?"
"I thought you would get my clues! You're supposed to be smart, you know!" Digit said.
"Never mind." Max growled. "Just get Dad. Tell him to come up to the control center right away. I'm going to prove Hacker was bad news from the very beginning."
Digit saw the look in Max's eyes and knew better than to argue. He powered up his propeller and took off toward Mathias' room.
Max slipped into her gi, tied on her belt, and stuffed her nunchuks into her belt. As a second thought, Max grabbed her sparring staff off their brackets on the wall. Then ran out of her room, down the hall, and rushed onto the control floor. She saw Hieronymus, with the encryptor chip in hand, slip out from under the terminal, carry the chip to a large safe and drop it in.
Max rushed in with a yell and knocked Hieronymus's legs out from underneath him. Hieronymus yelped in surprise as he fell to the floor. Max quickly sat on him and pointed the edge of her sparring staff at his neck.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." Max warned.
Hieronymus grinned at her. "Why Max, what are you doing here?"
"Stopping you from making a huge mistake. I knew you were bad from the moment I met you. I tried telling Dad but you somehow managed to slip out of everything – somehow evading my accusations. But now I've caught you and you won't get away this time."
"Is that what this is all about? You think I'm evil, huh?"
"I don't think you're evil, I know you're evil. I just saw you try to unplug Motherboard."
"What? That? I was merely analyzing the encryptor chip, that's all."
"By putting it in a safe?"
"That's not a safe. It's an analyzer."
"It looks like a safe to me."
"Well, it's not a safe."
"Still looks like one. Has a few combinations on it. No viewer. It's a safe."
"Is not."
"Is to."
"Is not."
"Is to."
"It is a safe." Mathias said as he strode into the room.
It had taken even longer for Digit to wake Mathias up and get him to understand what Hieronymus was doing. Mathias had given Digit plenty of "message error" responses – meaning, he didn't understand what the cyboid meant – before Digit blurted out "Hacker's taking Motherboard's encryptor chip!" Once those words were out of the cyboid's beak, the doc was on his feet and out the door, throwing on his zip-up jacket as he went.
Digit cracked the code, opened the safe, dropped the encryptor chip into Mathias' hand, and watched him reinstall it.
"Because of your actions, Hieronymus, you are no longer welcome here." Motherboard said, once she came online and everything had been explained to her.
"You all are making a big mistake." Hieronymus said. "I wasn't going to destroy Motherboard, I was running a systems check on the encryptor chip."
"Hieronymus, we execute these checks using the terminals, not a safe." Mathias said. He nodded to Max. "Take him to the launching bay. There is a small Cyberpod prepared. Put him in and wait until I get there."
"Got it, Dad." Max said. She hauled Hieronymus roughly to his feet and shoved him to the elevator; hissing a warning that told him she knew how to use her stave and wouldn't think twice about cracking his head with it.
Mathias ran a final check on Motherboard, then went down to the launch bay to see everything for himself. Max had situated Hieronymus in the Cyberpod and was standing at the edge of the pod with her staff pointed straight at him.
"What are you planning on doing with this loser, Dad?" Max asked, sharply.
Mathias didn't answer her. Instead, he hauled a generator out of a closet and attached a hose to it. He tossed the other end of the hose to Max and told her to insert it into Hieronymus's charging outlet. Max did as was instructed and waited. Immediately, Hieronymus's power began draining, Mathias berating him all the while.
"You were created to serve and defend Motherboard. Instead, you have chosen to betray our trust by trying to destroy her. While I could permanently delete you, Hacker, I have chosen, instead, to downgrade your perpetual power supply and banish you to the Northern Frontier."
"Someday . . . somehow . . . I will return. And I'll take over all of Cyberspace." Hieronymus said. "And when I do, you will pay."3
Mathias tugged on the hose, yanking it out of Hieronymus's charging outlet. Then, he ran up to the pod. Max jumped down and shut the lid.
"Page down, Hacker. Your file is closed."4 he said, touching the launching unit which sent Hieronymus away from Control Central.
Max remained silent throughout the entire scene – not even daring to say "I told you so". She had never seen her father so angry before. But, she suspected he was more angry with himself then with Hieronymus. And she couldn't help but wonder if they were making a big mistake letting Hieronymus go.
1"Holy crap you're quick!" - Peanut, Jeff Dunham: Spark of Insanity
2Reference - "Secrets of Symmetria" episode 110
3"You were created to serve and defend Motherboard. Instead, you have chosen to betray our trust by trying to destroy her. While I could permanently delete you, Hacker, I have chosen, instead, to downgrade your perpetual power supply and banish you to the Northern Frontier.", "Someday . . . somehow . . . I will return. And I'll take over all of Cyberspace." Hacker said. "And when I do, you will pay." - Taken from Cyberchase episode 107, Day at the Spa
4"Page down, Hacker. You're file is closed." - Taken from Cyberchase episode 107, Day at the Spa