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4.01: Say the Word and you'll be free. Say the Word and be like me.
In the heart of the Supercomputer's Principal Office is the Clockspeed Room.
In that room is a throne.
On that throne sits a girl.
Within that girl lies the Word.
A tall, robed male sprite - blue skin, red hair - walks up to the throne and bows. "My Lady, we have opened another system. It... it resists the Word."
"Impossible," says the girl. "Show me." She turns, and the stained-glass window behind her fades into a video feed, showing Guardian patrol ships being shot down by the dozens. "Why do they suffer needlessly," she murmurs sadly, "when the Word is inevitable?"
"There is more, my Lady... we've found him. We have a signal lock on Guardian 452." The video feed shifts to show a blue armored man, firing containment bubbles at the ships that are still standing.
"Bob. The final Guardian."
"He has done the unthinkable, and joined with his keytool."
"They are inseparable?"
"Yes, my Lady." He smiles triumphantly. "He is the perfect messenger for the Word."
She stares at the image for another long moment before she speaks. "Prepare a zoom-room. Bring my messenger home."
In that room is a throne.
On that throne sits a girl.
Within that girl lies the Word.
A tall, robed male sprite - blue skin, red hair - walks up to the throne and bows. "My Lady, we have opened another system. It... it resists the Word."
"Impossible," says the girl. "Show me." She turns, and the stained-glass window behind her fades into a video feed, showing Guardian patrol ships being shot down by the dozens. "Why do they suffer needlessly," she murmurs sadly, "when the Word is inevitable?"
"There is more, my Lady... we've found him. We have a signal lock on Guardian 452." The video feed shifts to show a blue armored man, firing containment bubbles at the ships that are still standing.
"Bob. The final Guardian."
"He has done the unthinkable, and joined with his keytool."
"They are inseparable?"
"Yes, my Lady." He smiles triumphantly. "He is the perfect messenger for the Word."
She stares at the image for another long moment before she speaks. "Prepare a zoom-room. Bring my messenger home."
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He bows,
"Oh, I'm not worthy! If only he were here."
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Guardian 452 may have eluded their grasp this time, but he will not do so again.
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