Going Deeper <Open to everyone but Shrike>
May 18, 2014 1:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 1:19:49 GMT -5
The digital world was quite a fascinating place, not the least of which because of the ancient servers that made up the "backbone" so to speak. They'd been there, in some cases, since the onset of the twenty first century; some were more reliable than others, and sometimes you ended up in virus vaults like the old '4-chan' server ruin. Now that was absolutely horrible. Of course, most programs didn't need to worry about running in to them. The servers had been offline for ages, and the viruses, bugs and occasional crazed avatar would remain dormant unless someone opened the 'pandora's box' so to speak.
Of course, someone had to go and probe that information, so who better than the celebrity nerd Trenia? This particular downed server was buried in the virtual world's version of the Mjoave desert. Gamma's scanners swept the area around the tall spires of rock looking for the proper access port to open the thing back up. There was little more enticing to her than the prospect of finding a goldmine of new data to sort through. Perhaps it would be another conspiracy server? That would have been appropriate, given all the Area 51 hysteria that she'd dug up in her files. Gamma pinged as its scanning hologram changed colors from blue to a vibrant green. Bingo.
"Gamma, initiate defense protocols," Trenia ordered quietly, kneeling down and pressing a hand in to the sand. A small wave of blue energy began to flow from her hand before Gamma made another series of beeps. Proximity warning; who else would be out here in the desert? She stood and dusted off her knees and hand. Always with the inconveniences. "Good afternoon. Can I help you, or have you just come to watch me work?"
Of course, someone had to go and probe that information, so who better than the celebrity nerd Trenia? This particular downed server was buried in the virtual world's version of the Mjoave desert. Gamma's scanners swept the area around the tall spires of rock looking for the proper access port to open the thing back up. There was little more enticing to her than the prospect of finding a goldmine of new data to sort through. Perhaps it would be another conspiracy server? That would have been appropriate, given all the Area 51 hysteria that she'd dug up in her files. Gamma pinged as its scanning hologram changed colors from blue to a vibrant green. Bingo.
"Gamma, initiate defense protocols," Trenia ordered quietly, kneeling down and pressing a hand in to the sand. A small wave of blue energy began to flow from her hand before Gamma made another series of beeps. Proximity warning; who else would be out here in the desert? She stood and dusted off her knees and hand. Always with the inconveniences. "Good afternoon. Can I help you, or have you just come to watch me work?"