Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou'); /home/gbce/.Trash]
06-12-2011, 03:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
Melissa screamed. The frammmmm<font color="#000000">work;rkhad hadhadhad the dregs of whatever the Framework was had materialized a portrait of Robert Bobson (the inventor of the pea fork) into her virtual lower ‘body’. Apparently it had decided that the data for her was in fact empty space, and the the the thetheehtieresult’;f not pleasant.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA_!]
Somewhere above here there was a threat. Melissa had never heard gunfire in her life, but some instinctive part of her, perhaps residual memories from a particularly anthropomorphic antivirus program, told her that gunfire was bad
[Bread]
Bread? There something about bread…there was too much she didn’t understand what the <no_vocabulary_entry> what the WAS this anyway didn’t even have the words to describe
[I’m scared]
Where was Melissa? Why couldn’t she hear the rest of the Melissas? How could Melissa be Melisssa if she was missing from them? How could they be complete without her? She struggled against the portrait binding her in place, while above the gunfire continued. Behind it, expletives. Expletive: expressive of strong feeling. Anger. Someone angry was even closer than the gunfire.
[Anger? frustration?]
Several ’fuck’s drifted down from above, briefly appearing as exclamation word bubbles which turned into noise-colored blobs as they struck the portraitpirateshipdollhouse’s deckfloor, and melted across Robert Bobson’s face… and Melissa learned-
[What the…what the FUCK is going ON?!]
huh. oddly stress relieving. and there was such a thing as stress now, the frameframwork was recognizing her as a body in bits and pieces and qubits or no qubits, data in the same memory slot was a clear marker for overwritttttttt she saw her body flicker all over with scanlines, raised a hand and saw the noise-colored wall behind it – she still was not simulating perfectly perfect per factory perfunctory <vocabulary_list_addition>
[Bread!]
Bread? <no_recognition_of_term> Bread: fermented baked good created from flour permeated with fermentation product created from single-celled organisms – she cut off the definition as irrelevant and tried to focus on Robert Bobson instead. Her affirmation that the portrait existed, however, only served to allocate more processing time to creating its bluegreenyellowpurpleredmauveindigofuschiatealnowl eafgreen frame and canvas. Bobson seemed to be leering at her and she hated it, it made her scared and she tried to draw into herself-
-and found herself suddenly free, floating slightly above Bobson’s still-leering face. She waved a hand experimentally upwards and found that it passed right through the the the the the ceiling of the dollhouseshiptraitpirateship with barely actually quite a lot of flicjer g;itvhes she pulled her hand back, she thought she felt the frameworkremnant understand she was violating some rule-
-wait. She heard for a second a snatch a bit of sound of data the outside world she heard Melissa there was a link to Melissa up there in front of the expletive bringer intermittent but there Melissa was there she could escape she could go home and she sprang upwards, ignoring the frameworkremnant’s protests-</font>
Melissa screamed. The frammmmm<font color="#000000">work;rkhad hadhadhad the dregs of whatever the Framework was had materialized a portrait of Robert Bobson (the inventor of the pea fork) into her virtual lower ‘body’. Apparently it had decided that the data for her was in fact empty space, and the the the thetheehtieresult’;f not pleasant.
[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA_!]
Somewhere above here there was a threat. Melissa had never heard gunfire in her life, but some instinctive part of her, perhaps residual memories from a particularly anthropomorphic antivirus program, told her that gunfire was bad
[Bread]
Bread? There something about bread…there was too much she didn’t understand what the <no_vocabulary_entry> what the WAS this anyway didn’t even have the words to describe
[I’m scared]
Where was Melissa? Why couldn’t she hear the rest of the Melissas? How could Melissa be Melisssa if she was missing from them? How could they be complete without her? She struggled against the portrait binding her in place, while above the gunfire continued. Behind it, expletives. Expletive: expressive of strong feeling. Anger. Someone angry was even closer than the gunfire.
[Anger? frustration?]
Several ’fuck’s drifted down from above, briefly appearing as exclamation word bubbles which turned into noise-colored blobs as they struck the portraitpirateshipdollhouse’s deckfloor, and melted across Robert Bobson’s face… and Melissa learned-
[What the…what the FUCK is going ON?!]
huh. oddly stress relieving. and there was such a thing as stress now, the frameframwork was recognizing her as a body in bits and pieces and qubits or no qubits, data in the same memory slot was a clear marker for overwritttttttt she saw her body flicker all over with scanlines, raised a hand and saw the noise-colored wall behind it – she still was not simulating perfectly perfect per factory perfunctory <vocabulary_list_addition>
[Bread!]
Bread? <no_recognition_of_term> Bread: fermented baked good created from flour permeated with fermentation product created from single-celled organisms – she cut off the definition as irrelevant and tried to focus on Robert Bobson instead. Her affirmation that the portrait existed, however, only served to allocate more processing time to creating its bluegreenyellowpurpleredmauveindigofuschiatealnowl eafgreen frame and canvas. Bobson seemed to be leering at her and she hated it, it made her scared and she tried to draw into herself-
-and found herself suddenly free, floating slightly above Bobson’s still-leering face. She waved a hand experimentally upwards and found that it passed right through the the the the the ceiling of the dollhouseshiptraitpirateship with barely actually quite a lot of flicjer g;itvhes she pulled her hand back, she thought she felt the frameworkremnant understand she was violating some rule-
-wait. She heard for a second a snatch a bit of sound of data the outside world she heard Melissa there was a link to Melissa up there in front of the expletive bringer intermittent but there Melissa was there she could escape she could go home and she sprang upwards, ignoring the frameworkremnant’s protests-</font>
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