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There's a tiny hourglass on a choker around Daemon's neck. It's always been there. At the moment she was first compiled, the sand was all in the top half of the glass, and it's been slowly draining through ever since.
Now, as she stands at the threshold of Mainframe's Principal Office, the last grain of sand comes to rest.
Daemon stops dead in her tracks. As she speaks, her words seem to echo in the infected ground and sky around her:
"I am Daemon.
I am not an entity; I am a time.
My time is now.
The Word is CRON."
"NO!" Bob gasps. "Not a Cron virus..."
Daemon's body shimmers, blurs, then dissolves in a cascade of orange sparks. All that's left is a vaguely person-shaped mass of green light where she stood. (Is this really Daemon? Was the girl just another puppet, another vessel for the Word?)
The light flows upward and outward, losing its shape and coherence as it goes. It spreads through the system, through the open port, through the portals still open above the Principal Office. Every system in the 'Net is bathed in its green glow.
Throughout the 'Net, every sprite, binome, and numeral who remains touched by the Word stops dead in their tracks, just as their mistress did. They close their eyes and begin counting down.
"111100... 111011... 111010..."
Now, as she stands at the threshold of Mainframe's Principal Office, the last grain of sand comes to rest.
Daemon stops dead in her tracks. As she speaks, her words seem to echo in the infected ground and sky around her:
I am not an entity; I am a time.
My time is now.
The Word is CRON."
"NO!" Bob gasps. "Not a Cron virus..."
Daemon's body shimmers, blurs, then dissolves in a cascade of orange sparks. All that's left is a vaguely person-shaped mass of green light where she stood. (Is this really Daemon? Was the girl just another puppet, another vessel for the Word?)
The light flows upward and outward, losing its shape and coherence as it goes. It spreads through the system, through the open port, through the portals still open above the Principal Office. Every system in the 'Net is bathed in its green glow.
Throughout the 'Net, every sprite, binome, and numeral who remains touched by the Word stops dead in their tracks, just as their mistress did. They close their eyes and begin counting down.
"111100... 111011... 111010..."
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-30 01:22 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-30 07:02 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-30 07:21 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-30 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-31 01:05 am (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-31 02:47 am (UTC)Instead, he asks, "Why'd you decide to go after her anyway?"
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-01 04:26 am (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-01 04:30 am (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-01 04:35 am (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-01 09:15 pm (UTC)Of course, that's when he notices the two surfers coming through the portal. He decides to wait a bit before heading over to fill them in, since he knows how...amorous...Ray and Mouse could be at times.
After giving them a few nanos to get reacquainted, he heads over, giving YT a nod and looking over at Ray.
"Hey," he says, continuing the day's streak of dour greetings.
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-01 09:19 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-02 09:58 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-16 05:01 pm (UTC)"How are you?"
The other people didn't matter. They could take care of themselves. Especially Mouse and Ray. Beside, she was still somewhat xenophobic especially knowing what the strangers used to be.
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-16 07:19 pm (UTC)"I'm fine," he says. However, he came over here for a reason, so he turns back to YT.
"Anyone get hurt?" he asks the surfer.
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-16 07:26 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-16 08:11 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-16 08:16 pm (UTC)Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-08-17 08:27 pm (UTC)"Nothing much. Just the end of the 'net."