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I come from the net, through systems, networks, and sprites, to this place,

mainframe. My format?

Guardian. To mend and defend.

To defend my friends, their hopes and dreams.

To defend them from all of their enemies.

Last week on Reboot. The key tools have separated Glitch from Bob.

And if any sprite knows why Dot and Bob should not be joined together... I do.

What's happening to you?

Look at him!

What are you going to do?

But I just saw Specky outside.

Megabyte. He can shapeshift.

Run! What are you going to do?

So, it's confirmed.

Megabyte has Trojan horse viral capacity now.

He can duplicate any form.

He could be anywhere, right in front of us, and we never know.

No way! He could be here! He could even be me!

What?

Enzo? Sorry, Dad.

I'm sending a viral incident team immediately.

They'll be there in nanoseconds.

No! What?

No. Keep your executioners where they are.

We'll deal with this ourselves.

So now you want to save Megabyte.

Still clinging to your radical theories, huh, Bob?

Look, Turbo, I don't care what you think of my ideas anymore. If we'd done it

your way...

If we deleted Hex when she first arrived, the entire net would have been

destroyed by Damon.

The readme of fate is a complex program indeed.

If we need your help, we'll call for it.

Okay, Bob.

This is your show now.

What do we do?

Well, first, what do we know?

Megabyte's back.

Uglier than before. With some new tricks from the web.

The web?

Another level of cyberspace, my friend.

I have missed so much. I only dreamed of the net. Now there is the web as well.

But Megabyte shouldn't have survived the web.

My code protected him.

Bob, how did he get your code in the first place?

I've been thinking about that.

Before he shot me into the web, Megabyte crushed Glitch.

There. At that point there was a partial transfer of code.

Once I was in the web, I changed.

I didn't realize the code was missing. This also explains why both Megabyte and

Bob were only partially degraded by the web.

They both had some guardian code.

Sir, we have a situation outside.

What do we want? We want to be viral. What do we want?

Mainframe neo -virals. I hate mainframe neo -virals.

the TV with a breaking news story.

Oh, no. This just in. Be alarmed. Be very alarmed.

Megabyte has returned to mainframe with new viral powers.

Oh, he could be anywhere. He could be anyone.

Is that really your wife, Mr. Norton? Is that really your pussy, Mrs. Logan?

Trust no one, for no one is safe from his evil viral clutches.

Oh, no.

Panic.

Only you know how to do.

What in the net is Mike doing?

I don't know. But when I get my hands on him... This is just causing mass panic.

Hey, it's not Mike. It's Megabyte.

What? Oh, of course.

Panic only helps him. And it causes us nothing but trouble.

So how do we catch him?

Perhaps we could devise a test, a way of identifying it. Then we can see who was

real. But, Dad, when he was Bob, he fooled us all.

And even Fong's scans couldn't detect the difference.

Oh, dear.

Right. So if we can't ID him, we'll just have to outsmart him.

Go on, Bob.

Where's Dot?

system -wide announcements on behalf of the principal office.

Due to some circumstances, we are advising citizens to return to their

file lock doors and windows, and remain there until further notice.

We apologize for any inconvenience, but assure you that normal status will be

resumed as soon as possible.

There is no cause for alarm.

Well, maybe a small alarm. of cause for alarm.

Just make sure you stay in pairs at all times and do not walk the city alone.

Oh, and before I forget, here is an artist's impression of Megabyte's new

Oh, nice one, phone.

Please report any sightings of Megabyte to the authorities.

That is all.

You can't keep beating yourself up about it, Dot. He had us all going, you know.

Oh, Mouse, I almost married Megabyte.

I know, but who can blame you? He played you like a movie file, honey.

He used your emotions against you, your memories of the past, your feelings for

Bob. And that's what really hurts.

I gave up on him again.

I turned my back on the real Bob.

I feel like I betrayed him.

Imagine how he must feel.

But this is Bob.

He'll forgive you. Are you sure?

I don't think I could forgive that easily.

I feel so ashamed.

Dot, you've got to talk to him. I can't face him, Mouse.

Not yet.

Hi, boys.

Hi.

Hello, Dot.

What's up?

I need a word with Dot.

Good. You've got things to talk about. I'll be moseying along.

No, no, wait.

Don't leave. What if that's not Bob?

What?

Oh, brother.

No. How do we know it's really Bob?

He could be... Megabyte!

Run away!

Oh, some bodyguards.

This? Of course it's Bob.

I've been with him all along.

Dot, it's me. It's really me. Can't you tell?

No. No, I can't.

Not now.

Look, Dot.

We... I need you back at the principal office.

Megabyte's out there. Somewhere.

Help me catch him.

And we can end this.

Together.

Those two, they'll be sorry.

I got their license, don't worry. BDR 529.

We'll teach them the meaning of the word respect.

Respect? And what would a neo -viral know about respect?

Watch it, Mike.

You'll be the first to get to war when the revolution comes.

Revolution?

Hell yeah, right.

And how would you do that?

Together,

you have the CPU power to drive a calculator.

God, that's it.

I'm going to change your channel, pal.

Stay where you are.

Uh -oh.

Oh, my awesome bite.

Ah, good doctor.

Keeping the faith, I see.

What?

I have returned.

Now submit your PIDs and join me.

Together we will welcome a new viral dawn.

Do this willingly and you will reap the rewards of the victorious.

Resist and...

Clear of the hangar.

Mouse, keep your eye on those scanners.

They are still clear.

Roger that.

Gateway command on its way to the archive.

Sure Megabyte will attempt to steal the Gateway Command?

Positive. I may have made some tactical mistakes against Damon, but this virus,

I know.

He always wanted access to the supercomputer, and the Gateway's the

to get there.

And when he was Bob, we even showed him that it works.

Exactly.

Oh, dear.

If he got to the supercomputer now, with his new abilities... But we do not even

know the extent of his new abilities.

Sir, ma 'am, the convoy is approaching the archives.

Bong, ready the access code.

Incoming!

It's being operated remotely.

Now, now.

Get a truck with me, Barney. We'll tell him.

Where does he get those ABCs from?

It didn't take him long to build an army again, did it?

Just as Dot surmised.

And now he has the Gateway Command.

Don't you love it when a plan comes together?

Herr Doctor, it is only a matter of time before the Guardian and his friends

show up.

The gateway is online and functioning perfectly, Lord Megabyte.

Excellent.

Now hurry, target the supercomputer.

Finally, I am rid of this pathetic little system.

What's this, Dad?

Hey, Doctor, what's going on?

I do not understand.

Having trouble, Megabyte?

It's a trap.

You're not the only one with Trojan horse abilities.

Matrix! I'm on it! Done!

Target!

Game over, virus.

No!

Don't!

Ah!

Glitch! Portal!

Dot! We've got it. Give him the holding cell.

Well done, Bob.

Dot?

We make a great team.

We always did.

So I imagine the real Gateway Command is in a safe place.

The safest.

Safer than the Archive?

The core room.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

You must be slipping, Megabyte.

You know, I really must congratulate you, Bob. It was the perfect trap.

Thank you, but I can't take the credit.

No, no.

You were never the brains of the opposition, were you?

I assume I have the lovely Dot Matrix to thank for my present circumstances.

Seems fair.

After what you tried to do to her.

Well, this must go a long way to satisfying your overactive sense of fair

Let's get this over with.

So what now?

Deletion? No, just a scan. I don't believe in deletion. You can't go

your code.

And neither can you.

That's the problem.

It's not your fault. You're programmed to be this way.

We've just got to work out a way to reprogram you.

So, I won't be a virus?

That's the plan.

Ah. So, a fate worse than deletion.

And they call me a monster.

Um, guys?

Does this mean I can go now?

Well, Dot, it's finally over.

It sure looks that way. It's been a pleasure serving with you, sugar.

You're taking off?

Don't worry, honey. If you need a bridesmaid, I'll be back.

Go to him, Dot.

He needs you.

Cocoa, Mom?

Can complete.

Data download in progress.

Now, was that so bad?

It's impossible.

There's nothing here.

Or there.

Bob, drop the firewall.

I can't. He'll... Matrix!

It's an alien. It's not him.

Where are you?

Yeah.

Stop!

We don't have Megabyte. It was an alias. He must be in the war room with you.

One of you is Megabyte. Do you understand?

He's tricked us. Get out of there now!

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

He's free. Yeah.

What are we going to do? Yeah, yeah, yeah. We need a plan.

Oh, we need a plan, big time.

Oh, yeah.

What's the plan?

Boys, shut up and let me think.

Sorry.

We still need a plan.

Principal office is now under my complete control.

You're probably looking forward to one of my erudite speeches about me,

Megaframe, the new viral dawn, etc., etc.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you.

There is no grand scheme here. This is about revenge.

Viruses are predatory by design.

And it is time for me to follow my function.

Prepare yourselves for the hunt.