I'm a new soul
Who: Krypton and whomever happens along
Where: The Light Ways (The Grid's above-ground passenger railway/monorail equivalent)
When: Generally now-ish
What: An ISO unexpectedly drops in.
Warnings: None so far, will adjust if anything happens.
Krypton flung himself behind a pillar in the wide hall, hoping that the orange-circuited Sentries wouldn't spot him. Barely daring to move, he waited as their footsteps faded away. He still waited, shivering, as the roar of a Recognizer filled the air and faded.
Yellow cracks pixellated through the nearest wall, and he flung himself away from it. He hadn't seen another program since that blue-circuited Basic had derezzed the virus-infected creatures that had once been other ISOs, and he was beginning to wonder if he was the last one left. Another rumble became audible, growing in volume until there was no question that it was bigger than the Recognizer that had just left. Maybe it was help? Hope unfurled inside him, and he ran out to the nearest balcony.
Burning lines of orange light filled his vision, and Krypton's hope turned to horror. That didn't look like help. He turned, racing back inside. running as he'd never run before, but the walls were coming down around him as he sped through the colony. Yellow crackled after him, chasing him, and he knew he didn't want it to touch him . . .
. . . and then there was a sudden feeling of weight, and he fell . . .
. . . and landed on a floor that hummed with quiet power, able to see nothing but feet.
What?
Where: The Light Ways (The Grid's above-ground passenger railway/monorail equivalent)
When: Generally now-ish
What: An ISO unexpectedly drops in.
Warnings: None so far, will adjust if anything happens.
Krypton flung himself behind a pillar in the wide hall, hoping that the orange-circuited Sentries wouldn't spot him. Barely daring to move, he waited as their footsteps faded away. He still waited, shivering, as the roar of a Recognizer filled the air and faded.
Yellow cracks pixellated through the nearest wall, and he flung himself away from it. He hadn't seen another program since that blue-circuited Basic had derezzed the virus-infected creatures that had once been other ISOs, and he was beginning to wonder if he was the last one left. Another rumble became audible, growing in volume until there was no question that it was bigger than the Recognizer that had just left. Maybe it was help? Hope unfurled inside him, and he ran out to the nearest balcony.
Burning lines of orange light filled his vision, and Krypton's hope turned to horror. That didn't look like help. He turned, racing back inside. running as he'd never run before, but the walls were coming down around him as he sped through the colony. Yellow crackled after him, chasing him, and he knew he didn't want it to touch him . . .
. . . and then there was a sudden feeling of weight, and he fell . . .
. . . and landed on a floor that hummed with quiet power, able to see nothing but feet.
What?