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.

Comments

[command_dot_com]

"We've got to keep trying. If-"

Dot glanced up at the screen displaying the true ENTIRE friggin Guardian Armada outside with a flagship. This was very, VERY bad, that many ships with Mouse, Matrix and AndrAIa likely to be there... It wasn't a matter of 'if they got in' ...now it was all of a matter of...

"WHEN Mouse gets here, we're completely defenseless! She knows the access code, we have to change it!"

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"B-b-but it's impossible!" Specky stammers.

[command_dot_com]

"No! There has to be something we can do." You can't take the fight out of this ladysprite.