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4.01: Son of Nullzilla
"What's a 'Nullzilla'?"
"Watch this." Phong presses an MPEG file into Enzo's hands, then turns back to the video feed of the null cocoon, his brow crinkling with worry. He has no great love for Hexadecimal, true, but she has just saved the system, and now she might be... well, not deleted, or the nulls would have dispersed by now. But there's no question that she's in trouble.
There's a team of security and medical binomes standing by in case things change for the worse. Right now, the goal is to figure out why the nulls mobbed Hex to begin with, and work out a plan from there.
"Watch this." Phong presses an MPEG file into Enzo's hands, then turns back to the video feed of the null cocoon, his brow crinkling with worry. He has no great love for Hexadecimal, true, but she has just saved the system, and now she might be... well, not deleted, or the nulls would have dispersed by now. But there's no question that she's in trouble.
There's a team of security and medical binomes standing by in case things change for the worse. Right now, the goal is to figure out why the nulls mobbed Hex to begin with, and work out a plan from there.
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"I told ya we should've never given a Virus a PID!" he says angrily. "Nothin' good's gonna come outta this!"
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He points a finger accusingly at Bob. "And we didn't need her help until you sent us into the Game!"
Then, almost childishly, he adds "We were doing fine."
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"Nibbles!"
"Come back little fellow!" And it's no brain-blue in the lead as the null runs in the opposite direction that the mookbots went.
"There he is!"
"Coming through!"
"Henchbots in a hurry!"
"Now what...." Dot groans. Like she needs to deal with THEIR antics right now...
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Like they don't have enough to worry about as it is...
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Nibbles, apparently seeing an opening, makes a sharp left turn toward the cocoon, quickly becoming lost in the mass of nulls. The cocoon itself starts to shift and warp--it almost looks like a face, now. A weird, eerie moan rises up...
And it speaks.
"I LIVE! DAUGHTER... HELP!"
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"Woah. That's new."
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Dot stares stunned before speaking very, quiet and almost scared sounding.
"Enzo?"
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"I...I can't believe it..." he says, stunned.
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"Sis?" wails Enzo. "That's Dad, isn't it? That's our dad!"
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Bob can't believe he's hearing this. It's impossible. It's absurd. It's...
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"Bob... that's our father. That... thing... is Welman Matrix."
She couldn't stop staring at the vidwindow screen, oh User why...