mendanddefend_archive: (mostly dead)
Once inside, Bob is transferred from the stretcher to the scanner bed, and a long series of examinations begins. The Guardian's energy levels have stabilized, for now at least, but he's completely unresponsive. The deep scans reveal that his code is badly corrupted; it's a wonder he's still processing at all. Something will have to be done, and soon.

Throughout it all, Dot has not once let go of Bob's hand.
mendanddefend_archive: (home sweet home)
"Are you sure you'll be alright, sir?"

"Yeah," Bob mumbles as he staggers through the door to his apartment. "Just... need to access some energy. I'll be fine, thanks."

The CPU binome salutes, and the door closes, leaving Bob alone with his thoughts.

Something's wrong. Very wrong.

Bob knows this for a fact. He first noticed it during the Black Oil incident, when he and Matrix were fighting off the... whatever-it-was. He should have been able to keep up his attack longer--not much longer, but still. And since then, he's been running out of power more and more quickly, and it's been taking him longer and longer to recover. But it's never actually hurt, until now.

Whatever's wrong with him, it's getting worse by the cycle.

What can he do about it? Is there anything he can do about it? Bob wishes, not for the first time, that he could ask Glitch. The keytool never spoke much, but when it did, its advice was always reliable. It had been around a lot longer than Bob, after all.

But Bob can't consult Glitch now. He is Glitch... and at the same time, somehow he isn't. His body may have changed with the merge, but his mind hasn't, as far as he can tell. Aside from his new protocols and the occasional barely-glimpsed memory, Glitch seems to be completely gone.

Bob has a feeling that he knows why that is...

Before he can contemplate it any further, a fresh wave of pain washes over him, and he collapses on the floor.

On his left wrist, his synchronizer starts to blink.
mendanddefend_archive: (determined)
"The first firewall is online."

Bob, Mouse, and Phong study the map of the 'Net carefully. One system--the one in which Matrix and AndrAIa have just set up a firewall around the damaged port--glows red. The pathways branching off from it start to turn from viral green to their usual blue.

"It is working, Bob!" says Phong.

Bob nods. "Close a major port, and all the pathways beyond are protected. One down, three to go."
mendanddefend_archive: (shiny keytool powers 2)
[after this]

Bob's halfway to Dot's Diner when his synchronizer goes off. He thought he'd have time to grab a shake before things got started; apparently, he was mistaken. With an exaggerated sigh, he wheels around and heads back toward the Principal Office.

The subsphere atop the P.O. splits open as he approaches and lands. A VidWindow pwinngs into existence next to him, showing Phong's face. "Diverting core energy," says Phong. "Releasing Tear... now!"

With a muffled boom and a blast of heat, the newly created Tear rises out of its enclosure. It's a Class 6, almost as large as the subsphere itself. For the moment, it's stable, hanging stationary in space and pulsing at an even rate.

Left to itself, the energy output of this Tear could destroy half the system. If it's utilized properly, however...

Frowning in concentration, Bob summons the proper algorithms from his code and projects them at the ball of energy before him. When they make contact, the Tear blossoms into a spherical portal, leading to somewhere in the depths of the 'Net.

Bob turns back to the VidWindow. "Portal stable. I've time-locked it to collapse in two nanos."

"Let us hope that is enough time," Phong murmurs.
mendanddefend_archive: (locations: Mainframe)
The door from Milliways opens onto a high, vaulted room of polished marble. At least, it appears to be marble at first glance. Closer examination will show that the walls and floor are a little too smooth and the patterns in the stone are a little too regular to have come from any real mineral source.

At the other end of the room are a set of ridiculously tall double doors, standing half-open. Through those doors, one can see a glimpse of strange, high-tech-looking buildings, backed by a circuit-patterned sky.

"Welcome to Mainframe, guys."

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