4.03 Writing the cure and checking it twice

[command_dot_com]

Inside of the Principal Office, in one of the many laboratory-cum-code-chopshop, four sets of hands are going every single digit of Guardian Code. It's been busy the last few cycles and with the capture of Turbo it's become even more urgent to 'distill' the code copied off of Bob and Matrix into some form of a cure that they can administer. Neither set of code is complete, but it's the best shot they got... isn't it?

"Hiro, how're we doing?"

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[hiroaki_protagonist]

Hiro does indeed, and it gives him the jaggies. More because of the ways in which, judging by Liana's behavior, it's not a complete description.
"And even if he could convert us, he wouldn't be able to use us, because what we do is creative in nature and can't be duplicated by people running me."
Out in what Hiro still thinks of as Reality, being infected with Asherah, by whatever means, was a mind-contracting experience, assuming it left you enough mind to successfully tie your own shoes. But here in the Net, Daemon's infection may not have any effect on the minds of her subjects other than instilling an almost a downright fanatical devotion to the Word.
"I got a million Myrmidons here. You gonna kill 'em all?"

[nofileext]

"My child," admonishes Phong, glancing up from the code, "proper preparation is essential to any endeavour. Do try to remain calm." He returns to his examination of Dot's code, and nods as he finds no fault with it.

[command_dot_com]

Dot nods back to the old sprite. In her opinion, Turbo's smile is the crashing creepiest thing she's seen since getting caught by a webcreature. Which makes it all the more important to get this cure set up. "I don't want to leave room for anything to go wrong with this..."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Neither do I, sugar," Mouse says as she adjusts a few variables. After a bit of consideration, she nods. "I think once Hiro's done with his share, we'll be ready for testin'."

[hiroaki_protagonist]

"Just about..." He makes a few final tweaks. "...there. That ought to do it."

[command_dot_com]

"Great, I'll let Bob know we've got the cure ready for testing. With some luck... It will beat her infection."

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

"All right," YT chimes in. "Let's give a dose to the Stepford Guardian downstairs and see if it clears him up."