4.04: Touched by a virus.

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The task that Daemon lays out for Mouse and YT is simple enough: allow the Word to spread to its fullest extent. To that end, YT is sent off into the 'Net carrying a list of IP addresses and a copy of Mouse's encryption codes.

One by one, YT visits the systems Mouse has firewalled off. One by one, the firewalls drop, allowing the Word to spread to the systems beyond them.

Soon, only one firewall remains.

This one is special. What lies within this system is too important to be entrusted to an underling. There have been too many false starts already.

Surrounded by a fleet of Guardian transports, Daemon and her new entourage fly toward System Mainframe.

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Daemon nods. This is as it should be.

"It is time you were reunited with your friends and family," she says, and with a gesture summons a zoom-room which deposits Mouse, Matrix, AndrAIa and Mike onto the pavement in front of the Principal Office.

"Oh, there's no place like home!" crows Mike the TV. "Mainframe has heard the Word!"

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"Forgive me, my lady," she said pouting at the floor.

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Daemon fixes Hexadecimal with a hard stare.

"No."

Another gesture, and Hexadecimal is flung against the wall, cracking her mask and knocking her out cold.

Daemon turns, her face serene once more, and walks into the great double doors of the Principal Office. The rest of the assembled sprites follow in her wake, leaving the little lost ex-virus alone.