Return of the Guardian
Aug. 8th, 2007 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For the past few cycles everyone's been waiting on a sort of bated breath about this. The recompiler has been checked no less than five times over to make sure nothing could go wrong with it. It stands ready, a cylindrical casket with a transparent cover, the interior padded for the comfort of the returning sprite.
For the past few cycles Dot's been on bits and bytes worrying if this will work, and is now standing nearby, out of the way of the debugging duo as they get to work. Now, all they can do is hope it turns out all right.
For the past few cycles Dot's been on bits and bytes worrying if this will work, and is now standing nearby, out of the way of the debugging duo as they get to work. Now, all they can do is hope it turns out all right.
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:24 am (UTC)"Ready?" she asks Phong, who is the final authority when it comes to engaging the recompliler.
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-09 05:37 am (UTC)"Engaging recompiation... now."
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:44 am (UTC)The scars on his face and neck are gone, and his hair is a dark, even gray; other than that, he looks exactly the same as before.
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:48 am (UTC)"Bob?"
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 04:21 am (UTC)Scans show three sprites and three binomes in the room. Formats COMMAND.COM, Secretary, Hacker, Medics. Various diagnostic machinery, all in good working order. Some kind of fault in the lighting system...
He stirs and opens his eyes. The world is a blur of color and light, incomprehensible. Wait, no it isn't. He knows that face.
"Mph... wha...?"
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:02 am (UTC)Dot's going to leave nose prints on the glass if she hovers any closer.
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:13 am (UTC)Bob does his best to ignore that odd thought as he looks up at the familiarunfamiliar face. "Dot... you're okay..."
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:17 am (UTC)If he's missing any patches of memory... of if he's forgotten her proposal... ...He's back. That's the important thing, he's back and he's not going to go away again ANY time soon.
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:28 am (UTC)(Stay with us, okay?)
(You're right. There is no other way.)
(You mustn't leave me. Not again.)
(Everyone get back...)
(We need you. I need you.)
(Then you're sure?)
(I love you. Please don't go.)
(Thank you, old friend.)
(Stay... marry me.)
(Glitch: download!)
"I... I'm not sure." A frown creases his brow. "I can't--"
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 05:41 am (UTC)An all or nothing gamble.
"We're still not sure if we got all the errors from Glitch's code fixed."
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Date: 2007-08-10 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 02:44 pm (UTC)And he it they finally understand.
"It worked." A huff of disbelieving laughter. "It actually worked."
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Date: 2007-08-10 04:20 pm (UTC)theyshe has Bob back. And things can stop being insane.As soon as the cover lifts up and Bob is out of that bed, he's going to be in a hug for his runtime. "Welcome back."
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Date: 2007-08-10 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 04:50 pm (UTC)Phong, satisfied that Bob is more or less operational, presses the button to raise the casket's lid. As though reading Dot's thoughts, he hisses, "Please be gentle with him."
He peers at Bob, somewhat concered at this odd statement. "What is here?"
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:07 pm (UTC)And even as he says the name, there's a part of him perking up and waiting for a command. That is weird.
It's my function to follow the operator's commands. I can't go against my code.
But I can't give commands to myself. That makes no sense.
None of this makes sense. What are we supposed to do, then?
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:27 am (UTC)"...He's aware of what's happened? with Us?" Yes, it's capitalized for a reason.
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:42 am (UTC)"I'm not--wait." He closes his eyes, blocking out the unfamiliar input so he can focus. Sorting through memories that are his and not his...
Inside Bob's head, there is the mental equivalent of a jaw dropping.
I've been offline for how long??
"...we're kinda still working on that," he says sheepishly.
(He hasn't even tried to sit up yet. His body feels foreign, too large, inefficent.)
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Date: 2007-08-11 01:03 am (UTC)"It's alright....take all the time you need to sort this all out."
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Date: 2007-08-11 03:33 am (UTC)"How do you feel physically?" asks one of the medics. "Can you move?"
"I think so..." He flexes his fingers and toes experimentally, and then, slowly and deliberately, pushes himself up into a sitting position. Everything seems to be in good working order, although all that muscle shifting seems strange and unwieldy to Glitch.
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Date: 2007-08-11 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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