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I look to the net.

I search through systems, people, and cities for these sprites.

My family.

My format command .com of what was once mainframe

We're done.

I am sorry, my children, but Mainframe is dying.

We have stopped bleeding, but the patient is too far gone to save.

But there must be something we can do.

I'm afraid not, my child. We would merely be wasting our time.

We can't affect repairs without powering up, and if we power up a sector, it'll

just start going offline again.

But we can't support the whole city

in a ruined principal office for more than a few cycles.

So all we've done is delayed the inevitable.

There is one possible solution, but I'm really not too happy about it.

Bear in mind, this is a last resort.

Let's do it.

Bob? Are you coming?

No. And you mustn't go either.

What? Goes against everything I am, but we have to stay out of that game.

Deloitte, game could push mainframe over the edge. The system will crash.

I know, but I think if the system goes over it, it could force a restart.

But we don't know that.

We have to go. I have to go.

Enzo.

I know.

Trust me.

Bob!

Please.

No!

What have we done?

We... we must move quickly. We do not have much time.

Yes, you're right.

We have to make sure all active PIDs are accounted for.

The natives are going to get restless with the game in town. We should try to

keep them calm.

There you go, honey.

Thank you.

You know, I could take you away from all this.

I suppose you could, but I've stuck with these folks for too long to leave them

now. I must be getting soft.

But you don't have to stay here, sugar.

Everybody has to be somewhere.

I particularly like it right here.

Which sensors I have report an energy buildup. I think the game is about to

leave.

Fong!

Almost there, my child.

Almost there.

It is done. All active PIDs have been scanned.

Well, all we can do now is wait.

What are we waiting for?

Is it a surprise? I like surprises.

I brought biscuits.

User wins.

Very well.

But I cannot believe I am doing this.

Registering a virus.

Madness.

Absolute utter madness.

Oh, thank you, Fong.

Now... Where can I pin it?

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh, thank the user. We are saved.

Whoa, that tickled.

Hey, baby.

He said it turned out lovely.

Oh, yeah, it's so beautiful.

All the days I've promised, I've never seen the night.

Oh,

thanks,

Thugger.

What a way to go

Don't ever leave me again.

I promise.

Bob!

Hey, Bob, what happened to your hair? It's so cool. And your costume, Alpha

Mary. Can I have a costume like that?

Or is that just a Guardian thing?

Well, one day I'm going to be a Guardian, too. And then you'll see. So

going jetballing again? You promised we would if I did my homework.

This is Mike the TV coming to you live from the heart of downtown Mainframe.

The city has been restored and all our heroes can take a well -earned break.

Oh, I guess that leaves me in charge.

Wait, wait, there's more!

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going on, we proudly present, for your appreciation, this cycle only, the

marvelous, magnificent, mainframe strolling plane!

Ahem. The web invaded main trips, right and right, with battles side by side,

attempting to reclaim the city from the rift which opened wide. But Megabyte

betrayed Bob, and he threw him deep inside the pit. The pit was closed, and

was hosed, and all that he could say was, No!

We must start to protect us, we thought we would have no barrier. From here,

what infect us except a door which was scarier? The city shivered, terrified

from fear of the infector's touch.

I guess your fear was verified, I wasn't a protector much. I guess my fear was

verified, he wasn't a protector much. I guess my fear was verified, he wasn't a

protector much. I guess my fear was verified, he wasn't a protector extra

It wasn't Denzel's fault, at first he only was a little bright. At best he was

the worst, but then he slowly learned to do it right. And just as he was getting

skilled, a game came down he couldn't win. I thought for sure they both... be

killed first, Bob, then end, no, not again.

And just as he was getting killed again, him down he couldn't, when she thought

for sure they'd both been killed first, Bob, then end, no, not again.

I went from game to game. I aged. I grew and lost my innocence.

I soon became enraged by each and every bad experience.

The sprite you knew was gone. I had become a grim aggressor man. I knew from

that point on that I was truly Bob's successor man. The sprite you knew was

gone. He had become a grim aggressor man. He knew from that point on that he

truly Bob's successor man.

I met up with the web riders and took the form of interface.

I joined my gun with pirate swords and failed to seize the cyberspace. And when

at last the pair of us were finally reunited, guys, our shouts of joy did

because we really were delighted, guys.

We soon made tracks to mainframe so our friends could reunite with us. We made

it back and Megabyte was waiting there to fight with us. When Bob went face to

face to face to face with Hexadecimal.

His chances for survival shrank from small to

infinitesimal.

I dreamed of this each lonely night of doing in that virus crash, but just as I

had won the fight, he engineered a system crash.

What Megabyte had hoped to do was cause his death to crack us up. I gambled on

the user to reboot and thereby back us up. It worked, we all were born anew and

rid of things barbaric. And now we're back together, everything's

It worked, we all were born...