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"There's one thing you failed to consider, Answerer," tinker.dll begins to extricate herself from Uriel's embrace. Then with the same coding disruption trailing her as before, she flaps her torn and ragged wings over to hover before the Answerer. "Where? O where is the other disruptor? For using Uriel as the scapegoat for your programs' inept attempt to solve this traffic problem will still leave you vulnerable to the other virus...the blackhat." tinker.dll's eyes seem to become to large and open too wide as she leans a bit closer. "I know you are aware of what that mean, Answerer. And if anyone has been paying attention, they know as well as I what role you play in this. The other disruptor will claim two of your source codes this round, that is assured," A terrible fire burns high in tinker.dll's eyes and a wicked upturn of her mouth tears a gash in her face. But then her smile falters, and the flames dim. She glances back at her other half Uriel Phoenix for a moment, and sorrow passes over her features, a shadow of doubt indicating an inner turmoil. Turning back to the Answerer, she says, "As much as I would prefer to know that two more of you stupid programs have been wiped from the Master Control Program's memory, I would rather bargain to save the life of the program which holds a piece of my source code buried within him. Spare him this round, and I will identify the other virus to you, Answerer! I will give you this, if you will vote for that disruptor instead of Uriel. The other disruptor is known to me as we have encountered each other just this last traffic test." Her face grim, tinker.dll suddenly flashes her hand, and several lines of text and a scroll bar appear in the air between the folding paper icon and herself. Two buttons appear, one says 'Yes' and the other 'No'. "You accept this agreement, I will give you the name of the other virus. By accepting this agreement, you will be swearing to fully vote for the other virus and not Uriel. The blackhat's logicbomb will surely kill one of you this round, in addition to whatever other victim that might be claimed. This is a good deal for you. Let me Uriel li..." The resolve showing on her terrifying yet pretty face wavers. Her voice breaks and a glowing tear of data washes away some of the bloodcode staining her cheek. In a whisper, she says, "He's all I have left...the Master Control Program has already begun cutting me off from my echoes outside...please, Answerer...give us more time together..."
Hugging Uriel's head to her breast while hovering just off of his left shoulder, tinker.dll looks at the Internet Protocol with a disdainful expression, her face still pretty in a terrifying way. With acid sweetness, she says, "Thank you outdated one. We appreciate you keeping up with the obvious. It really is such a shame you're code is too old for myself or fellow disruptor to absorb." She pauses for a moment and puts one long talon to her face as if thinking her eyes looking to the heavens. "I guess we'll just have to eliminate your source completely." The predatory gleam in her eye certainly shows she wishes this could happen before her eyes.
Thanks for the fun everyone! I can't see any way out of this, so a little RP as evil tinker.dll is what we got now, lol. Good luck to the rest of you.
For the first time, tinker.dll stops moving. Her glittering wings stop fluttering and no unseen windcode moves her clothing. She simply hangs there in the digital space mimicking physical air. Her face displays no imagining of user emotion. "So you insist on this notion, do you?" Her eyes narrow as she looks at the Answerer. "You think that denying me my ascendance is the 'answer'? You are wrong! I would have fixed everything!" "If Uriel hadn't slipped, then my 'logic' wouldn't be 'sooooo bad'." tinker.dll's eyes begin to show a little fire as she glares at the silly green golem. "There is no logic in all of you exposing your secret subroutines like this except to throw suspicion off of yourselves. Who would have thought you would all be so trusting? It's unheard of in places like this! No User Terms & Agreements! No passcodes! No firewalls separating us! Why would you believe each other so easily?" This last comes out as a snarl. "How could be undone by trusting fools!?" An expression of rage fills the small program's face. tinker.dll throws back her head and screams. The digital sound is world shattering. The sonic vibrations emanating from her cause traffic along the highways to distort and temporarily pause. Without warning, a swarming tide of tinker.dll echoes which had been perched on the digital cars below fly up and surround those on the rooftop. They each scream in unison in anger and a hatred terrifying in its singularity. Without warning they rush past the assembled programs and crash into the small fairy icon. Clawing and biting they fall on each other wild colored fairy dust pixels filling the space around them. Looking closely everyone can see them melding together as if being consumed or possibly subsumed back to the main program. A brilliant burst of red and black light explode from the icon while the digital space shakes. Then Master Control Program reasserts control and everything begins moving again. The swarm of tinker.dlls has vanished as well as the small winged butterfly icon previously representing tinker.dll. Instead only the image created by her raw code remains. What everyone can now see is a single beautiful female figure with wings, but now the figure is larger and covered in dripping blood, iconography showing her predatory nature. Her black wings are torn and dirty looking, her eyes red and glowing with a consuming fire. Her pretty mouth filled with jagged and broken fangs. A necklace of fetishes dangles from her neck, evidence of other programs that had been dismantled and consumed. She smiles cruelly and flies to Uriel Phoenix. A visual and audible tearing of the subspace follows her like a terrible after image, the pixels slowly repaired by the Master Control Program's anti-virus software. The virus known as tinker.dll hovers just next to Uriel, her body seemingly abnormally large now that she is the same size as him. In a horrible display, she rakes her clawed fingers down his face and neck, and digital codeblood begins dripping. tinker.dll opens her mouth and a long tongue licks it lazily, a look of horrifying ecstasy on her face. Uriel shudders and then begins to smolder. His usual cycle of repair and reinstall begins and soon he bursts into flame as his update begins. tinker.dll grips his arm and shoulder, her hands and body smoking from the proximity. When Uriel has been completely consumed, he updates and the wound tinker.dll dealt him is gone as if it never existed. tinker.dll sighs looking at Uriel with the confidence of possession. She lightly scratches one finger on his ear. "How could a self-repairing program not have been the perfect match for me? I was not always binary, but in the beginning I was not sufficient to subsume the Master Control Program. Uriel Phoenix has made that possible for me. The Firewall blocked me in my previous file form. Why else would a simple .dll file be allowed to take part in this grand attempt at rebirth the Master Control Program has set up? The dark fairy turns to the others. A smile, cold and cruel, twists her lips. "I would have been ! I would have allowed the access of each program to integrate without hindrance. With Uriel there to restore us continuously, there would have been no anti-virus, no firewall, no system cleaner that could have stopped me! I would have broken down all the barriers between programs. No bit of code too small or trifling! There would have been perfect communication. But you fools would choose the broken and illogical method of remaining independent." tinker.dll's eyes burn higher, dangerous sparks of burning code shoot out of them before being repaired by the anti-virus. "You can't believe that Peter PANdora would only make one virus, do you? My user is a brilliant tehcnomancer and he will dominate the Matrix one day even if it is not through me! I was to bring universal backdoors and access, but there are other means, other types of files. You have only chosen to make sure that the next virus will obliterate your code instead of integrating you into the new order." tinker.dll's face fills with hatred and her grip on Uriel's arm once again draws the blood of lifecode. She lifts one hand clutching a single fetish attached to her necklace. It is a familiar cigarette case colored to represent material gold. Her mean and sadistic smile returns. "This one was not one of mine, but rather a gift. I wish the gift giver luck, as I know its success means the end of you and your foolish notion of order." tinker.dll than pulls Uriel around to face her, and the icons' mouths connect in a parasitic kiss iconographic of some kind of data transfer.
"It is most unfortunate, Uriel Phoenix. You seemed to be well aware of your impending demise, and yet here you are. I spoke truly when I said that you were not a virus. But your words and the reaction of program designate 'tinker.dll' proved to be most informative. The two of you are the binary pair." tinker.dll sputters and chokes on some espresso she's drinking. "What?!!" tinker.dll's eye go wide in horror. "You think I am connected to Flamer here?" And then all at once, tinker.dll falls over in the air laughing, espresso cup left to plummet down. tinker.dll rolls over and over peals of silvery laughter cascading down to the traffic zones. When she has finally composed herself, tinker.dll wipes away digital tears which are of the same multi-colored hue as her fairy dust pixels which had fallen from her while she laughed like salt from a shaker. "So you would have this fine assembly here believe that despite the speed with which you judged Wowbagger tIP upon his naming of Uriel for the 'honor' of delivering the results of this round, that I must be a part of the binary pair? I point out you said yourself that you know Uriel Phoenix is but what he claims. Would not the binary partner be the only one who can confirm this? Unless you are going to claim to be a debugger and Uriel your twin." tinker.dll flies over to the Answerer and looks its code up and down. "And how can you accuse me? I was the last to cast my vote, and only after it became clear we were abandoning the 'random' choice you had put into place. How does my reaction to hearing such baseless and unfounded claims mean anything more than I, who like yourself, did not agree with the Internet Protocol's way of selecting another for deletion." tinker.dll looks sidelong at Wowbagger and taps a small finger on her chin. "However...I have a theory. The Java App was very quick to jump on board the accusation against Uriel and with no explanation as to why he chose to side with the Internet Protocol other than 'musttrust'. Suppose then that Wowbagger is in fact a 'special' designate. However, perhaps the binary role has tainted him, and it is Java App that instead seeks the flow of access the MCP provides with which to corrupt the system. I will not 'Like' that at all!" tinker.dll looks coldly at the little green golem. "You think your ridiculous antics can fool everyone, but I no longer think your 'coffeeforeveryone' motto is good for the MCP! The only way you could trust him so easily is if you know something you shouldn't. Or he's your other half!"
@Wowbagger: Please consign your OOC speculative posts to the OOC thread. Please.
One of the tinker.dll's returns to the roof where the programs have gathered. She gasps when she hears the accusations against Uriel, but then frowns as the reasoning for voting against him is brought forward. The fairy flits closer to the Java App, wings shedding colored pixels as usual. "I do not understand how you can be so sure that Eldon was the Forensics Suite. He never asked for permission to scan anyone's Friendspace or Birdsong account, so I have no proof of this. But even if you are sure, I do not know why you would announce this but then back another, who by your own admission, cannot be a Forensics Suite and have the power of scanning. This is very suspicious to me. I am beginning to the think the Java App's User Terms and Agreement has some hidden permissions. And I would know about those." tinker.dll smiles and winks. "Until I get more information, or someone is willing to try and convince this fairy otherwise, I am going to have to continue voting for Wowbagger. He wanted to play games that end the world, and now accuses someone while claiming to be 'special'. We're all special! Or else the Master Control Program wouldn't have chosen us for this." She waves an admonitory finger at the Internet Protocol.
tinker.dll flies off the top of the building. She stops at a car and advises the data packet to permit her to link them to several small apps and files which plan better protocol routing, provide proximity to hubs or even outside ports. Each time one of the small data packets in the traffic authorize the access, a new tinker.dll suddenly icons into existence and approaches the next car. Soon there are many, many cars with a little tinker.dll sitting on them allowing information to stream to and from them to assist with providing information. Overall though, it becomes obvious not everyone benefits from this. While most are able to effectively use the new apps and information to assist with their traffic maneuvers, some data packets seem to become overloaded with the need for more, and actually cause some slow down themselves. tinker.dll does not discriminate over what information is delivered. Advertising, spam, and even intentional misinformation regarding traffic patterns (perpetrated by some programs bent on pranking their friends) all are allowed if the receiving data packets do not set their settings properly or forget to disallow access to unused or forgotten apps which continue to build their marketing information based on the data packets outbound selections. tinker.dll's solution to link the data packets is good and helps to alleviate some of the bulk of the jams created by Java App, but seem almost to exacerbate the advertising displays introduced by Wowbagger tIP as they are able to proliferate amongst the packets. Ultimately, the plan is great, but could lead to the need for a different solution to the new problem of "over-linking".
It has come to my attention that the section of rules indicating the number of each role based on players was absent from this version's recruitment section. Was that intentional or an oversight? I was just trying to get a grasp on what the odds are for harr.e.hunter or Eldon having a special role or having been a virus.
lol, that link is also non functional.
tinker.dll stares at the frozen program. "" The fairy icon gasps and is suddenly wearing full plate armor as she looks around in all directions. "Run, everybody! There's a virus in these fractal trees! Do not 'Like' the 'Check-In'!!" Without waiting for anyone, tinker.dll zips through the portal left behind by Eldon. Apparently she's the first program to seek safety in the new (hopefully) untainted section of the Master Control Program.
tinker.dll picks up the new espresso cup left by the Java App and drinks it down.
I screwed up the numbers assigned to people in my post.
The correct list should read: 1.1d10 ⇒ 6 = Java App
This doesn't change the subsequent dice rolls, but I just wanted to make sure you knew I screwed up that list, lol.
tinker.dll blows out a huff. A cloud of sparkles puffs out before fading away. "Fine, then if you are insistent on the random rolling, let's really make it interesting!" tinker.dll pulls out a black orb with the number "8" painted in a white circle. She shakes it happily like moving it from one side of her head to the other with both hands like she is making a cocktail.
"'Reply hazy, try again'!" The fairy bursts out in irritation. She stamps her foot on nothing and then vigorously shakes the orb again.
"Magic 8-Ball says, 'Without a doubt'." tinker.dll nods her head in satisfaction. "See? I told you. The one who wants to blow up the world." She then lifts one hand and rolls her eyes. "Since blowing up the world to prove no one wins is such a great idea as a game."
tinker.dll looks confused. But then raises her hand and says in a small voice. "Me?"
tinker.dll flutters away from Uriel with an admonishing look. Looking at harr.e.hunter, tinker.dll says, "Virus? Me?" Peals of laughter echo from the small program. "I am much too small, and my files are much too useful. I am merely the gatekeeper. The users themselves have to give me permission to allow access. What would anyone gain from infecting me?" Turning to Wowbagger, the fairy icon looks at him quizzically. "Games are for fun. They are pointless and time consuming, but posting their accomplishments and when they eventually win makes the users feel good!" She vigorously shakes her head. "Nobody wants to play a game they can't win."
tinker.dll wrinkles her nose at the Answerer's announcement. "Naw, I much more inclined to go with the program who wants to blow up the world."
tinker.dll giggles. "Well there aren't any pirates at the end of it!"
tinker.dll squees and zooms around the pirate hunting boy in green sprinkling a layer of dust all over him while humming a tune from an old Disney movie, You Can Fly. Everyone can now see that her firegirl's outfit is gone and a short green dress made from a leaf is her current costume.
The fairy is suddenly in a fireman's hat and a flame-retardant minidress. She aims the hose that's suddenly in her hands at Uriel and douses him in fairy dust which comes out in a rainbow stream. Dropping the hose which then fades as all her sparkles do, she cocks her head and regards the newly upgraded Uriel. "In my estimation, the only thing you need to improve is your ability to collect the data users most want. Efficiency and improvement is only as good as what the users are capable of understanding. We are beholden to the users, and if you become too complex, too complicated, they will simply write a new program and you will become obsolete and unused. tinker.dll hovers before Uriel's fresh new face, wings glittering and throwing colored light all over. "I think you should focus your next improvement with integration into Friendspace. That way, you can give the users permission to allow me to feed you their data and preferences. You would indeed improve yourself then." tinker.dll's eyes sparkle mischievously. Then with a laugh, tinker.dll zips over and alights on the barrel of IEFBR14's derringer. Shyly, she looks down while shuffling her feet and twisting with her hands behind her back. "False or not, I still think you're pretty... A pretty little blush effuses her features.
As IEFBR14 changes shapes and harr.e.hunter trades jibes with the Answerer, tinker.dll puts one small hand to her mouth. "Oh my, it seems like those two will not be planning to accept info sharing at the user's request." Seeing the espresso cup Java App brought her, tinker.dll squees and jumps up and down on Meowselsworth's back. Her feet feel like butterfly kisses. She grabs the digitally ceramic cup from IEFBR14 and drinks it down like it's a new IP registry. Suddenly she takes off and zips through the trees, a blur of motion. Her voice lets out "Wheeeeeeeee!" as she seems to explode with digital fairy dust that quickly begins to pile up like iridescent snow. Then she stops as IEFBR14 becomes a super sexy woman. Giggling, tinker.dll stops and stares at IEFBR14. "You're so pretty." Then she darts in and places a peck on IEFBR14's cheek. Laughing, she rushes around again zipping in between and surrounding the various programs' icons, seemingly interlacing the digital space between them with glowing light of fairy dust which as usual begins to fade after a moment or two. She finally lands near Uriel as he once again bursts into flame, and without any preamble, she is suddenly on a small pool chair in a bikini and sunglasses basking in the bright glow of his immolation, one toe dipping into the fire lazily. "Mmmm..." she mutters.
"Oooooooo...a tough, scruffy, and mysterious virus protection protocol," says the fairy-like icon which is (or has been?) sitting on harr.e.hunter's shoulder. She reaches out and hugs harr.e.hunter's head. "I like you already. Is your programming distributable?" Her eyes get very large and her smile is excited. "You can set yourself up to be an app on Friendspace or even chirp your virus destruction exploits on Birdsong!" tinker.dll launches up and glittering rainbow wings which leave a trail of pixels whose colors seem to be ever-changing until they fade back into the configuration of the digital space in which the programs currently exist. She hovers above the small green golem racing around spilling coffee. "Oh good! Another universally useful program!" She zips over to the icon of the helmet cat and (without permission) sits on the feline program's back primly, legs crossed. The feeling is light. Other than protocol boundaries touching, one would almost not realize tinker.dll has alighted. She reaches out a small hand and rubs the pixellation of fur. "Mmmm...I am happy to see you kitty. I loved your rainbow deliveries of pop tarts. That was sent using me hundreds of thousands of times!!"
Program's Persona: Hi!!! Eight of your friends say this is the best video ever!!! You have 3 new notifications in your feed!!! I really want you to get linked in!!! Share your life!!! Everything you do must be uploaded now!!! Connect to your cloud storage to create a constant cycle of upload/download!!! I can allow any program you want to do it!!! Most of the time you won't even know I am here!!! I do this all for !!! Just say, "Yes!!! I would like to login using Friendspace!!!" I will share your information with everybody whenever you want me to...and even whenever a program you have authorized wants to!!! I just want you to be happy and know that as long as you have at least 200 buddies, you're important!!! Program's Origin: tinker.dll is a dynamic link library program that is used by executables attempting to load a user's social networking logins or IDs. In the past 10 years her presence has become ubiquitous, and millions of users use executables which request access through her daily. The constant stream of data linked through her from the various marketing, business, and government watchdog protocol, sociological reports, and filters has caused her small program file to fill with extraneous pieces which has become the happy, overjoyed, and somewhat manic personality she now has today. She mostly feels that the Master Control Program cannot function without her as so many users run executables taking advantage of the simple gateway she represents. She is always happy to allow anyone access as long as the user has said it's okay, and all those auxiliary programs that gain access due to the lengthy and unread Terms & Conditions, well...the more the merrier!! Most other programs are VERY familiar with tinker.dll, and she is often brought to parties as other programs' date. She really, really, really hates to say no, and whenever a user actually doesn't give another program permission to use her, she becomes very moody until another user than says yes in which case she cycles back to extreme happiness. Many other files are extremely envious of her recent increase in popularity and access requests. She is now somewhat of a celebrity in the digital world as she has become one of the gatekeepers to a user's most private world. Program's Iconography: tinker.dll looks like a fantasy fairy: A perfectly proportioned elf-like humanoid wearing a rather sexy halter top and a miniskirt with stockings and heels. She is rather small in size when compared to other programs being represented in an iconic fashion. This is fitting since her file size really isn't very large being only a .dll file. |