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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.

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"Well...as you can guess most of our friends there are Users. The first times that Bob was there, he found out why the Users drop Games on us and create virii." She paused looking at her cocoa for a moment before speaking. "Because from their perspective, there is nothing to suggest that we exist."

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Phong blinks (with a humourous 'poink' sound effect). "I do not understand."

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"I saw what the outside of a computer system looks like. Not like from the 'Net... like from a User's perspective." She explains slowly.

With her hands she makes an approximation of a computer tower. "They're a metal box..about this big."

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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?"

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...Should we break the old sprite's processor even further...

"That's just the housing, though."

Yes. We should and shall.

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That bit, at least, makes sense. Boxes hold things. "Indeed. And what do they see on the inside, if not us?"

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And boxes are very easy to stack together and store into small places!

"Wires, circuit boards, chips about this size... processing chips. There's a cord that runs from the housing tower to a monitor."

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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.

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"...they're like my PDA."

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"...in what way?"

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"In the way that they are used mainly to organize businesses, do calculations, store information and make someone else's life easier to deal with."

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"...a tool?" Phong's eyes are wide, his brow furrowed and faintly sad.

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"...yes. Though we have been changing that perception slowly over at Milliways."

...One should not ask about the reporter who refers to Dot as the 'computer fairy'.

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"And... they do not know we are part of that tool?" Phong speaks slowly, as though tasting each word.

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"They do not. A minute for them is like a nano for us." Dot is breaking that little tidbit as gently as she can.

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"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!"

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"There's a lot of other things, they age and grow differently, and there are being and illnesses in their world that are comparible to our own virii." Dot continues. "Even stranger..there are being to Users, what they are to us."

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"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."