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"Ah, a femme fatale?" Uriel stands nestled in the bosom of his love. "Toots you'll never be half the woman or killer that she is." he says dreamily. "Though my code can be destroyed here, don't you think it's backed-up and superior to your hurriedly written, full of build-errors." He smiles.
Uriel watches tinker.dll's transformation with an ecstatic look upon his face, the light cycle having long since faded. Simply smitten Uriel knows that they would have created to ultimate MCP if not for his own failings.
He flashes down the highway "I've said before I don't want Wowbagger lynched. Just because someone backs me like the Answerer has doesn't mean love. How about Hamish does he love Wowbagger, he followed the vote pretty fast. Or you IEF?" "Trusting someone doesn't make you destructive. You know this MCP will be duller if not for me. Make it a tie."
"Really, if you think I love that sheet you are severely mistaken. You do know that scans have are just above 50% accuracy judging by historical precedent. Say why don't you do another scan and then lynch us if it's right." Uriel remarks.
"Just showing you how it's done." Uriel calls up to the MCP cheekily as his speeds around the grid. "Come on fellows, Ain't anyone gonna change their votes?" he hurtles at break-neck speeds a fiery comet getting slightly over-confident....or reckless.
"Then we'd better make it fun!" he zips in next to the cat and sees if she can out drag him.
"Cool, I am sure you're cat like reflexes will be a help." he says as he bursts into flames inside the bike. A flaming comet hurtling through the streets; "So you know you're user? Or your programmer? I heard they exist and when you're deleted you meet them."
Uriel smiles in his neon yellow light cycle as he darts amongst the traffic, flicking the vehicle instantly left to force another flow of data packets away from a stationary section. "Eye's in the sky! And caffeine powered, we should be able to regulate this processor effectively. Hopefully others will join us, come-on Ms Meowselsworth, tinker, Hamish. Rather than having a crash override" he calls over the comm.
The console before him turns into a rod of pure light. "IEFBR13, Meowselsworth, tinker.dl, anyone else wanna do this manually." He grasps the bar and a light-cycle forms up around him. "You wanna stay up her flapping your virtual gums you can get us through the interface." he says into his microphone. Driving off the roof he flies into the road of light below.
Uriels tears flow and hit the traffic grid below him; they turn into small people with flags that start moving the traffic - directing it into an efficient pattern. He looks up from where he is typing. "Firstly, do you know our task? We are to programme an efficient traffic management system, otherwise what is the point of this whole task?" "Currently you are the least efficient programme in this task." Uriel moves a red lorry of data away from an on-coming flow of bikes. "Then there is you asking to be deleted, a classic viral ploy to contact the other viruses." "The programme that voted for you got deleted harr.e.hunter; although this could be a coincidence. I do not wish another programme gone as much as you wish me to be de-rezzed." Uriels fingers type across the pad, drawing an integral curve and calculating the optimal integral as a flitting packet of data whizzes by his head.
Tears of fire rolls down his cheeks; he still taps the flickering keypad quickly making sure to do his job efficiently. "So you wish to destroy me, no second scan - if you even have that ability?" Small blobs of molten lava flow from his face. "This is interesting. The programme bases his tales upon fictional precedent. I only wish that my code is part of the new database, I vote not for the Wowbagger to have him deleted but merely as a defence. Is he a virus, I know not? But I do know that he acts prematurely. And that my deletion will hamper our cause, the cause of wiping out the viruses."
"I am not going on any information, I am not a virus. You have said similar." "I do not wish you dead, my vote is just a reaction to survive your accusations." Uriel shakes his head. "So, you are infallible? First you accuse tinker.dl, then me now the Answerer. You seem determined that people should all fall very quickly."
Uriel watches the delivery of coffee; "Certainly, little one this will keep then away and full of energy." "Whilst your comment Wowbagger makes little sense, 25% chance of accuracy? Are you therefore claiming you are a de-bugger/reverse_engineer/back_up. The statement seems to provide honesty whilst at the same time, being full of lies and double-speak." Uriel shakes his head solemnly. As he touches his key pad his fingers darken and crack bursting into flames. "Ah, it returns once more. Anyway even if you are some role such as that the 25% must have occurred." He observes the crack start to spread.
Considering the options and relative probabilities whilst working upon his routes, routines and various sub-routines. "Is your thoughts based upon the fact so soon after, the cycle began Meowselsworth?" he asks the helmet-cat. "It could be that he has chosen to start the accusations due to the limits of his processor speed and accessibility" "It is also that, there are other roles available. Special roles, that are no an affected one - that He could also have an affected one." Uriel tilts his head.
"Let me state then for any Forensic's suite out there. I am not a virus." Uriel says plainly. His fingers flick across the keypads, neon lights flash causing him to blink momentarily.
"True, sir. " Uriel states as his long fingers work hard upon a holographic keyboard floating before him sparkling as he taps the buttons fast. "We are here to improve the system, to make it better."
Uriel moves slowly across the grass, he bends down to the Java App and takes a cup of coffee with a thank you. "Really all the best and renowned hackers are from antiquity. How many systems did you crash in a single day?" With a slight shake of his head; "But you think you are eligible to be part of the new MCP?" Not flaming anymore, Uriel brushes past the pixie and goes to stroke the cheezeburger consuming cat. "See this cuteness could rule the internet, being mailed all around the world."
Uriel shakes his head; "That is an interesting interpretation. In actuality it is an upgrade. Java & tinker will not all about this - not a obsolete programme like yourself! I get upgraded and improved as the processes of the MCP cycle." He looks at the older programme; "Whilst I would believe you could only run Pong or Paperboy - classics however.... an emulator programme filled with viruses I would assume you to be."
That's fine for me. I think elsewhere pinvendor said he's usually away for weekends (& Doug is this week?) But if we finish on Monday when the intense voting occurs then it should be alright. Also regularity is good for the soul.
Uriel looks concerned; "Is that mine?"
I'll be away for the next day, going down to London for the Olympic Athletics. Should be back by this time tomorrow.
Uriels flames dwindle until he is a pure white figure. "Tiny sprite are you corrupt? A virus!" he picks her up accusingly before she flies away leaving pale cream prints on his hands.
"Really, Mr Detective. I guess your reasoning is sound, then if it's the one with the greatest number of competent users. It'll be you Mr Gorski." Uriel says looking from the dark detective to the Heavy-set man.
Her watches the sleepy cat, as it's delivered a cheeseburger. "Interesting, pirates? Lets see what this upgrade can do..." He extends a hand to the opposite side from where the Java App rushed from the forest. A crackle of flames and the smell of burnt solder; stretching out to one side is a lake, rolling mists come from nearby. In the mists there are the occasional strange light; "There amongst that should be your pirates, upon the water." he says with a slight flare of light. The flames flicker and lower as if that took more power than he thought. "A refreshing beverage if I may Mr Java App." Uriel looks to the tired but enthusiastic programme in askance. "Thermonuclear War? Wouldn't you rather a nice simple game of tic-tac-toe? Or Carcassone?" he says to the group.
Uriel crouches on his haunches to the little java app. "I have a light if you want one." he holds out a flaming hand. "If we get rid of the bugs in the programme Master Control Programme sounds like a good gig, for all of us to share."
"Pirates?! I believe Mr Gorski is a pirate, all these anonymous account users generally are." Uriel shakes his head knowingly.
Uriel burst into flames, erupting from every pore and darken crack. The ash sloughs away leaving a brilliant fiery being of energy; "That is better, up-grade complete." He turns to the rest of them; then to the dame "You wanted a light." his crisp voice crackles with vibrant energy. "No, I am a self-refreshing upgrading programme. I re-install and using the data collected improve. The natural choice for the next MCP." he says arrogantly.
A slight itching under his skin as the little fairy zips by; he rubs at the flaky black ash that is upon his arm. "I am sure it is not I detective, we must find out who is defective. Miss kitty, what say you any idea?" He starts to walk black ash falling in clouds from him, then he falls to his knees a silent scream bursts forth from his lips.
"So the big man thinks we should pick the man with the most armour, personally I think we should wait and see." The deep black man seems to absorb all the light as he move around. His feet gently brush the grass; "Whose construct is this anyway?"
Uriel cocks his head at the little fairy flitting about, amused at the antics before turning back to the hard-boiled detective. "Of course, I like to guess? A good detective has intuition rather than knowledge." he rubs his hands lightly. "The Answerer might not be answering but trying to gain data from our questions? Or influence our decisions?" the ebony man says calmly.
"So you have no answer to my question, Answerer?" he shakes his head letting out a sharp breath, "Or is it that you cannot tell a lie, therefore don't want to admit your infection?" Uriel watches the hot coffee demon run around the park, spilling coffee all over the place; 'Or is he one of them infecting our very environs with it's hot self?'
Thanks for that Treppa.
The coffee slops onto him dying creating a stain that seems to slowly spread until he has become the rich colour of the Java. Uriel glides across towards the Answerer; "Are you a virus?" he asks simply. "How's that for a question?"
A drop of rain falls where it hits him it turns the papyrus-coloured skin a rich coffee. The heavy spots continue to fall as he talks; "So, to whom do we believe should assign the role to load or 'Tank' the programme? I'm sure the MCP will be able to reinstall to derezzed being." Slowly his skins blends from a piebald into a rich brown. "Harr.e.hunter you a hunter of programmes, so full of viruses that your gun destroys them?" a sort voice speaks out.
The pale man walks into the park, his white clothes hold the hint of a pale blue shadow. He looks to the trees seemingly engrossed with the fractals, the leaves simple dark green icons crumble at his touch. Moving over to the programmes gathered his face cracks into a smile. "So we are here to decrypt and find a new control system." He looks to the sky as the first of the heavy drops of rain hit him on the head, dark clouds seem to gather. |
