Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou://www.cyberspace.net]
08-22-2011, 12:31 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Parsley.EXE was concerned. His scans indicated a significantly reduced level of viral activity - yet they were no longer in the same directory. Had they somehow hijacked an attempt by the primary virus to transmit itself over the Internet?
That was a problem. Dekowin.EXE had told him the "Melissa" virus held a key to restoring her program, and it would be inadvisable to destroy it until she could be restored. (He had no way of knowing that Selvsetter's real objective in keeping the virus around was to get in some good character interaction before Melissa's writer was eliminated.) But here, in cyberspace - she could potentially propagate and spread to other computers. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Fortunately, he could at least detect the virus' location, although he couldn't make out the actual layout of the area without investigating on foot. He headed in Melissa's direction; his path soon led him into a building marked "TROLLSLUM". He opened the door and headed in; hopefully there would be another exit, but if not, it would only be a short detour.
Inside, he found himself in some sort of tavern; hideous horned monstrosities filled the room, wearing occult symbols upon their clothing.
"Wonderful," he muttered. "An infected website. This may be more than I can handle."
Parsley.EXE was concerned. His scans indicated a significantly reduced level of viral activity - yet they were no longer in the same directory. Had they somehow hijacked an attempt by the primary virus to transmit itself over the Internet?
That was a problem. Dekowin.EXE had told him the "Melissa" virus held a key to restoring her program, and it would be inadvisable to destroy it until she could be restored. (He had no way of knowing that Selvsetter's real objective in keeping the virus around was to get in some good character interaction before Melissa's writer was eliminated.) But here, in cyberspace - she could potentially propagate and spread to other computers. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Fortunately, he could at least detect the virus' location, although he couldn't make out the actual layout of the area without investigating on foot. He headed in Melissa's direction; his path soon led him into a building marked "TROLLSLUM". He opened the door and headed in; hopefully there would be another exit, but if not, it would only be a short detour.
Inside, he found himself in some sort of tavern; hideous horned monstrosities filled the room, wearing occult symbols upon their clothing.
"Wonderful," he muttered. "An infected website. This may be more than I can handle."
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse