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Dot sits in her office, going over the files once more. In a few nanos, Phong will be coming in to 'discuss their options' regarding Milliways. More accurately, he'll be coming in to demand an explanation. This will require Dot to propound, very gently, a number of truly processor-wracking concepts.

Such as the fact that all her new friends there are User-level beings and beyond.

Hoboy.

Date: 2007-05-20 12:44 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
The door slides open and Phong trundles in. Considering the increasing feebleness of the excuses Dot has been making to avoid telling him more about that 'Milliways' system, this should be an interesting chat indeed.

It's also obviously going to be very difficult for her. This is why Phong is carrying two mugs of cocoa.

Date: 2007-05-20 12:53 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
Phong smiles and hands her a mug. "I am quite interested to know what is so very unusual about System Milliways that you have felt the need to change the subject every time it is brought up, rather than explain it to me."

Date: 2007-05-20 01:08 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
It does indeed. Phong has taught Dot well.

He sips his cocoa in turn. "No?" he says mildly. "They look like sprites, certainly. Actually, they look more like Game sprites, but I have never heard of any leaving the Games but AndrAIa. And they cannot be viruses, or you would not spend time there, much less allow young Enzo to do so." He takes another sip. "I must confess myself stumped."

Date: 2007-05-20 01:45 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
Phong's eyebrows shoot almost off his face, but he says nothing. He studies Dot over the tops of his spectacles. Finally:

"Yes, I would say that is quite unusual."

Date: 2007-05-20 01:51 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"That is the logical conclusion, yes." We'll come back to the 'mostly' later.

Phong takes a long slurp of his cocoa, then says, "Such claims are not unusual. Usually they are made by attention-seekers, mystics, or the mad. Sometimes all three at once."

Date: 2007-05-20 03:05 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"I did not say you were," counters Phong with a small smile. "You have been increasingly in the public eye for your entire runtime and have no need to seek additional attention. All your circuits are firmly grounded, and even if you had overworked yourself into a driver error, it seems unlikely that you, Bob, and both Enzos would do so all at once. Nor are any of you the filetype to joke about such matters." He considers this. "Except perhaps young Enzo, but he would not carry the prank to such extremes."

He shrugs, and continues, "There is an old ReadMe file that states, 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'" He smiles at Dot, then. "There is a somewhat newer file, however, which suggests that where sprite nature is concerned, the opposite is more valid. It is not impossible that you are lying or deluded, but I find it so improbable that I would sooner believe the impossible and accept that you are telling the truth."

Date: 2007-05-20 03:51 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"My child, I'm completely stunned," Phong informs her, still in the same calm and reasonable tone. "When we are done here, I will need a nice little lie-down. This is something I never expected to witness if I lived for a month. But for a long time, we did not know that other systems existed. The 'Net is vast and strange. Therefore, by all means, tell me more."

Date: 2007-05-20 05:22 pm (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
Phong blinks (with a humourous 'poink' sound effect). "I do not understand."

Date: 2007-05-21 12:35 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
Phong's mouth opens and shuts a few times, as he envisions first his city shrunk down to the size indicated, then a sprite(-like being) large enough to view his city that way. Finally he says, weakly, "Should it not be a metal sphere?"

Date: 2007-05-21 12:43 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
That bit, at least, makes sense. Boxes hold things. "Indeed. And what do they see on the inside, if not us?"

Date: 2007-05-21 01:04 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
And sometimes they contain ghosts! ... Sorry, wrong canon.

Phong isn't really getting it. He's just sitting there blinking. Might want to make your explanation a bit broader, Dot.

Date: 2007-05-21 02:34 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"...in what way?"

Date: 2007-05-21 02:47 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"...a tool?" Phong's eyes are wide, his brow furrowed and faintly sad.

Date: 2007-05-21 03:09 am (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"And... they do not know we are part of that tool?" Phong speaks slowly, as though tasting each word.

Date: 2007-05-21 06:52 pm (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"We are... too small and too fast for them to see," murmurs Phong in wonderment. "They would not even notice the damage caused by a lost Game before we rebuilt it. Remarkable!"

Date: 2007-05-22 03:30 pm (UTC)
nofileext: (Phong)
From: [personal profile] nofileext
"Iterative?" Phong mumbles to himself. "As Above, so Below..." He looks up at Dot. "I shall be sure to treat your organizer with utmost respect from now on."

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