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I come from the net, through systems, peoples, and cities, to this place.

Mainframe.

My format?

Guardian. To mend and defend.

To defend my newfound friends, their hopes and dreams.

To defend them from their enemies.

They say the user lives outside the net and inputs games for pleasure.

No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out.

Reboot!

Let me go, you tin can.

I can't get any work done with you rolling teapots showing up over and

Ah, Mr. Pearson, how very nice to see you again.

Have you anything interesting for me this time?

I tell you no, like I told you before. I've got nothing, you nosy git.

What are you, daft?

Charming, as always.

Give me the log, Hack.

No, Slash over there, Hack over here. Hack and Slash, we're subservient. And

Whatever, the log.

An old informatic, huh?

Really, Mr. Pearson, do you always lie to me?

Must have slipped my memory.

Go out into the dump and retrieve that command.

As for our host, why don't you show Mr. Pearson how I feel about his general

dishonesty?

Go ahead, do your work. You'll take more than that to break me, you ruddy big

viral git.

Oh, boy, I hope we find it. Oh, that's not it. Well, how about this? No, that's

not it. Oh, no. It's nice. No.

A reward to the one who finds it.

I found it, sir. Yes, indeed. It was me. All me.

Excellent. See if it will still hold a charge.

Ready.

You bet. Very good.

Now for your reward.

Hack.

Fully functional.

How convenient.

Bring it to me.

Uh -oh.

Whoa!

Perhaps you'd like a little more room. Excuse me, it's dark. I cannot see.

Stretch out. You're close to me.

Hi, trash diggers.

Who's that?

I know garbage like you belongs in the dump, but why don't you quit bugging old

man Pearson?

Bob? It's Bob.

Sounds like him. Get out!

Uh -oh. Time to jam.

Hope they're insured.

Oh, look what you've done now.

You're always touching me. I told you not to touch me there.

Nice puppy. Hey, nice doggy. Hey, don't touch that.

Hey, Flappin' Jack, I thought I told you to get lost.

Hey, um... Just slap.

Slap. Oh!

Flash. Yeah, I know.

So, how's that?

You're not getting any medals till you cut and paste me out of this flat.

An extraordinary performance,

gentlemen.

Not only did you let Bob make fools of us all, but do I understand correctly

that you let a dog eat my unformat command?

Sorry, boss. We'll get the dog now. Yes, we will. Right away.

No, no. My way is so much easier.

Which way is that?

Enzo.

Get me the boy.

Bet you can't guess where I just came from.

Ah, Monsieur Bob.

Parlez -moi de l 'idée.

But you do have a distinctive aroma.

How does one put it delicately?

You stink.

Well, that explains the rumor that you turned hack and slash into scrap over at

the dump.

Yeah, just giving megabyte goons a little incentive to leave old man

alone.

Getting sick, Vaughan?

I'm sorry, but you have no reservation.

Go on, shoot.

Settle, there's something wrong with him. He never comes inside.

Go ahead. He won't bite.

Yeah, right.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

What's the problem, boy?

Maybe it's something he ate.

Really? What was your first clue, doctor?

Glitch. Viewer scope.

He swallowed an old sector blanking command.

He's trying to unformat his stomach.

Glitch. Med gun.

A little puppy peptic. That's the best I can do.

We'll just have to hope he can stomach that thing.

Monsieur, this is a fine dining establishment, not a veterinary

Yeah, come on, boy. Let's go outside.

When you're ready.

Frisket won't listen to anybody but Enzo. Where is he, anyway?

He's due home from school any nanosecond.

Frisket, go find Enzo, boy. Go on. Go find Enzo.

Hey, Frisket.

What's wrong, fella?

You not feeling well?

hurry. We have to get that command out of him before it deteriorates any

further.

Hey, let him go! I'll erase every last one of you if you hurt him!

Hurt is not the word, child.

Take him to the tank.

Enzo and Frisket? Yeah.

Worried about them?

They should have been here microseconds ago.

will be sorry you ever met this boy, not to mention his dog.

We must move more quickly, gentlemen.

Ah, contentious to the last.

Very admirable.

Open him. Now.

Open him?

As in operate?

No! No!

The boy doesn't need to see this.

He served his purpose.

Dump him at the city limits.

Can't I at least say goodbye?

Well, no.

Stop! You can't!

I'm sure you'll find something else to play with.

Yeah, maybe I will.

Hurry, the signal is growing weak.

Play with this!

Yeah!

Reactivate the energy field.

Must I do everything myself?

What a batch of dipswitches.

After them.

This way.

Cut the ball.

This way, Frisket. We lost her.

Gee, Brisket, these wires look important.

It sure would be awful if something were to happen to them.

Where

did

they go?

They're at the power controls.

Activate emergency lighting.

Go that way. I'll slip around behind them.

Now we have them.

Uh

-oh.

Crowd up ahead.

Look at all the cool stuff!

You guys are toast!

away now, are we?

I want my command, Kerr.

Hmm. I employ underlings for just such an occasion.

Hap! Slap!

Oh, no! Oh, come on, Fuzz, I have a headache!

Come on, Frisket. What are you waiting for?

Ew, Frisket.

You can do it, boy. Just lie down.

Or just jump.

You're feeling better, aren't you, boy?

Enzo, are you okay?

Yeah, we were coming to save you.

From what?

From Megabyte? What happened?

Oh, nothing. Me and good old Frisket here just kicked Megabyte's bit in

That's all.

Looks like we owe you one, boy.

Uh, right.

Good dog.

No, great dog.

We should follow him, yeah. We should get the command, yeah. We will fail. We

will not fail him. Right.

Never mind.

I think I've already found it.

Someone delete that.

And clean up this place.

Uh -oh. I think he means us.

No problem.