I ran a few more system checks on the transport pod, leveled off the speed, then set the control panel to alert me when we arrived at the station. I rested back in the control chair, and looked out the large windshield. the pod was running along the outside of the base, so I looked out into the deep, black sky. it was rare you could see the sky this well, not lit up by the many package transports and glowing data feeds of the net servers or endless stacks of archive bins at the file servers, or the endless purple glow of my home, the fCon servers. TF would not see anything like that again. no more of those beautiful energy falls in unformatted partitions, or the pounding sounds of mp3s and laughs at the local power bar. TF didn't even really want to come to this server. he didn't even have to help the ICPs. he did everything because he wanted to help save the electroverse. and now even that is in doubt. I sighed, then pressed a few buttons to run another systems check.

As the pod neared the station, I turned back and spoke to Kamui and Tweaker. "Once we're out, I'm guessing that we'll have two milicycles before that wall takes out the transmittor. (OOC: roughly equal to three and a half minutes) ...and that assumes the gridbugs don't get us." I brought the pod a little faster then safety required, and it slammed right into the station, the safety fields bringing it to a stop instantly.order abortion pill morning after pill price where to buy abortion pillabortion pills online abortion questions cytotec abortion

IPeX woke up

IPeX trails off as Kamui.EXE rezzes up her Data_Katana and charges in swinging,
~Kamui.EXE

Tweaker's lightcycle drove a line through the field of gridbugs. The bugs flew left and right as the LightCycle swept through their ranks, clearing a line of safety that instantly faded as the 'bugs reformed behind it. Gridbugs of all sizes tried to latch on with their claws, but by the time they could grasp the Cycle, they were already flying through the air. Inside, Tweaker gritted his teeth as the Cycle's mutliple impacts caused it to shake and jerk mercilessly. Gridbugs died in dozens.

Finally he reached the end of the hall. If anything the gridbugs were thicker here, but Tweaker blasted forward and derezzed his LightCycle.

Then the world switched to bullet-time.

The Tweaker hovered in the air, drifting upward and forward toward the energy field. In slow-motion, gridbugs slashed at him with their claws from every direction. He cartwheeled, dodging an attack from the left, and kicked the release control as his feet came down on the right.

/You do not have the required permissions./
Tweaker knew that if he stayed in place, he had a very short time to live. The impact from his kick caused him to drop to the ground, leaning towards the control panel. He immediately leaped into the air, launching himself in slow motion towards the ceiling. In mid-air, he rezzed in a Plane Primitive and set it to Patch mode. The Plane mashed into the ceiling and its adhesive activated, leaving Tweaker dangling by one arm from a white square on the ceiling.

Suddenly everything sped back up. Tweaker became acutely aware of two dozen gridbugs directly beneath his feet, all slashing wildly with their claws at an impossible speed.

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The blast from Kamui's Super Prankster Bit derezzed every last gridbug in the hall. With electronic screams, the 'bugs dug their little claws into the ground in a futile effort to keep from being sucked into the vortex. Tweaker himself would have been vacuumed up had he not been solidly attached to the ceiling-- as it was, he bent at a near 45 degree angle to the swirling vortex until it collapsed.

Tweaker clicked off the Plane Primitive and dropped to the ground. The hallway was clean, purged by fire and gravity fields. A hundred yards away, Harpo peeked out from behind a wall he had taken cover behind to avoid deresolution.

The threat was gone... but so was Kamui.

I looked around, wondering where Kamui was, when I sensed a strange feeling in my AI. she's still alive... I turned to Tweaker and spoke: "we've only got 1.5 millicycles left. let's hurry." I ran over to the lock and activated my door hack, while I spoke to Tweaker. "Don't worry about Kamui. somehow... some way... I can sense her. she's still processing. for now we need to concentrate on this door."

Tweaker nodded. "No way would Kamui have jumped right into the middle of those Gridbugs and detonated that Prankster Bit without some sort of backup plan. Either she'll be back, or we'll find her later. Any way I can help you with that door?" he asked, poised to jump through the door as soon as the field came down.

Tweaker knelt by the ledge, grabbed Harpo's arm, and pulled him up. "You know, all this could have been avoided if you'd used *copy* on that file back at MCP256 instead of *move*. But no, you always have to have the only copy."

"Let's implement that plan of yours. That code wall is getting closer!"

I looked at Tweaker. "Hey, I'm a possessive program. " I glanced at my system time ping. "only one millicycle left..." I ran towards the Bin, this time being careful of the few holes scattered around. Probably a side-effect of this place being abandoned for so long. I made it to the center bin and activated a control panel, begining to re-write the transmission protocals. If my plan worked, I would insert the code, then the transmittor would reflect the code off of the multiple outposts, reinforcing the system back into place. then, I heard a odd noise, when suddenly several Resource Hogs and SSEs walked in, lead by the Commander and a Resource Hog by his side. "uh..." I whispered to Tweaker, "This is not looking so good." then, the commander spoke. "Why, if it isn't the escaped purple and his tank-imposter friend. move aside, you two. we need that transmittor." "Why?" I asked. his reply came, but it was not what I expected:
"We are going to destroy this base."

"He's right." I commented. "destroying this place is-" but the commander interrupted me. "-The only way to stop the code contradiction. everything else has failed. the destruction of this base is the only way to stop it." I tried to explain, "we can stop the contradiction without destroying the base, listen-" but he interrupted me again. "I refuse to listen to any more of this idle processes. SSEs, Hogs, move them aside." the SSes and Hogs surrounded us and pointed thier rods and suffusion rifles in our faces (point-blank) and motioned for us to move. I whispered to Tweaker. "We better comply, at least for now..." I walked over to where the Hogs and SSEs motioned, leaving Tweak to decide for himself. Then I felt that strange pulse again- Kamui's processes. I tried to open up a chat line with Kamui.
[ERROR: SUBJECT NOT IN DETECTABLE RANGE]I concentrated harder, and tried again.
[ERROR: SUBJECT NOT IN DETECTABLE RANGE]I tried once more...
[ERR- CORRECTION- SUBJECT FOUND][line open]just to be safe, I added Tweaker to the line and pinged Kamui.