Comments | nofileext: 4.04: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Word.

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4.04: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Word.

Jul 14, 2007 18:32

There's a tiny hourglass on a choker around Daemon's neck. It's always been there. At the moment she was first compiled, the sand was all in the top half of the glass, and it's been slowly draining through ever since ( Read more... )

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notascreensaver July 23 2007, 18:43:12 UTC

No. Oh no.

"I've seen this before!"

It was not a good thing. Not a good thing at all.

mandercommander July 24 2007, 00:43:38 UTC

Well, Bruck can tell that this is a Bad Thing from that reaction. However...

"Why are they counting down?" That's said in a rather nervous bout of confusion.

queenofmay July 24 2007, 00:45:51 UTC

"And what's a cron virus?"

Marian understood panic, if not why, though she had come to understand the 'virus' term lately.

"Actually, better would be just telling us how to stop it."

first_sixth July 24 2007, 00:54:57 UTC

Tommy looks very worried.

"I'm not sure that we can stop it. Generally something or someone blowing up and then glowing green is a pretty bad sign."

Especially when large numbers of people then begin a countdown immediately afterward.

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command_dot_com July 24 2007, 01:35:23 UTC

"Bob, can you hear me?"

Dot has him supported over one shoulder walking him towards the gathered army from Milliways.

mend_and_defend July 24 2007, 01:39:11 UTC

"Dot..."

Once, in a Gamecube, Bob saw a clock that was badly broken but still running, its cracked and rusted gears grinding together as it feebly tried to chime the hours. That's kind of how Bob feels right now, as he works desperately to keep processing, to tell Dot what's going to happen.

"Cron v-virus... end to all things... t-total crash..."

nofileext July 24 2007, 01:46:06 UTC

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Hexadecimal grabs the ailing Guardian up off the ground and into her arms. He droops like a rag doll in her arms as she dances him around the platform in front of the Principal Office, singing something that might have been a waltz if it had any meter or tune.

mend_and_defend July 24 2007, 01:48:35 UTC

The world is spinning. Why is it spinning? Bob fights to keep his eyes open. Everything is in motion except...

"Hex? What... what are you doing?"

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Epilogue nofileext July 26 2007, 01:34:39 UTC

Welman collapses, breaking apart into a squirming pile of nulls. Hexadecimal is gone; there is nothing to hold the improvised body together anymore.

The binomes have stopped counting--good thing, too, since they had gotten down to 01 by the time Hex got to them. They look around, blinking in confusion, like they've just been roused out of a sound sleep.

The war is over. We won. All that's left now is to pick up the pieces.

Re: Epilogue mend_and_defend July 26 2007, 01:35:19 UTC

Like the Guardian who's still sprawled on the ground, for example.

Re: Epilogue command_dot_com July 26 2007, 05:48:10 UTC

"Bob? Bob?" Dot puts her hands to her face, is he...still with them?

Re: Epilogue mend_and_defend July 26 2007, 06:03:04 UTC

Bob's eyes flicker open. He tries to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace.

"Hey."

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