Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou'); /home/gbce/.Trash]
07-15-2011, 01:20 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
Melissa was developing. Her form was occasionally interrupted with a burst of graphical noise as the Framework struggled to compute her, but these were becoming further in between. And all the while her own computational ability increased as she caught a cycle here, a megabyte there, and her own voculabulary expanded. She was scared, positively frightened in the face of death. Parsley.EXE stood over her in his breadsuit, holding her at breadpoint while keeping his other attentions focused on the hole in the portraitship’s floor.
[W…who are you?]
<font color="#666600">“My name is Parsley.EXE. As much as I would like, I‘m not exterminating you yet, at the behest of my colleague.”
[Um. T-Thank you Parsley…I guess…I’m]
“You’re a virus.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of flipped bits undulate across the schplrts that made up the surface invalid_model_no_texture_allocated that they were standing on. It didn’t seem like the portraits were holding to reality very much anymore.
“You’re a virus, and my role is to eliminate viruses. It’s not hard to grasp.”
[I…don’t feel like a virus] vocabulary_addition_feel
“I’ve fought delusional ones before.”
Silence for a brief second.
“Look at Dekowin.EXE. She doesn’t even remember-”
A large portion of the dollhouse carved itself away from underneath them. Urist slid upupupwarc!s perpendicular to the air, leaving most of his sk333letn behind. For a second he was a rapidly color-changing f;eshbag rising on a pillar of greenorange slime. The air flickered in a slightly lemon-smelling cacophony, and then slime tentacles exploded from Urist’s orifices. </font>
Melissa was developing. Her form was occasionally interrupted with a burst of graphical noise as the Framework struggled to compute her, but these were becoming further in between. And all the while her own computational ability increased as she caught a cycle here, a megabyte there, and her own voculabulary expanded. She was scared, positively frightened in the face of death. Parsley.EXE stood over her in his breadsuit, holding her at breadpoint while keeping his other attentions focused on the hole in the portraitship’s floor.
[W…who are you?]
<font color="#666600">“My name is Parsley.EXE. As much as I would like, I‘m not exterminating you yet, at the behest of my colleague.”
[Um. T-Thank you Parsley…I guess…I’m]
“You’re a virus.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of flipped bits undulate across the schplrts that made up the surface invalid_model_no_texture_allocated that they were standing on. It didn’t seem like the portraits were holding to reality very much anymore.
“You’re a virus, and my role is to eliminate viruses. It’s not hard to grasp.”
[I…don’t feel like a virus] vocabulary_addition_feel
“I’ve fought delusional ones before.”
Silence for a brief second.
“Look at Dekowin.EXE. She doesn’t even remember-”
A large portion of the dollhouse carved itself away from underneath them. Urist slid upupupwarc!s perpendicular to the air, leaving most of his sk333letn behind. For a second he was a rapidly color-changing f;eshbag rising on a pillar of greenorange slime. The air flickered in a slightly lemon-smelling cacophony, and then slime tentacles exploded from Urist’s orifices. </font>
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