Jul 02, 2007 18:31
The Mainframe populace go about their business as usual, if disturbingly cheerfully. The air is filled with cars and zipboards, not CPUs and tanks.
Everything's quiet, more or less.
Of course, given the group that's just coming in from Milliways, that's not liable to last long.
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Objective: Administer the infection cure to as many sprites as possible, starting with the senior command staff of the Principal Office. Hopefully they shouldn't put up too much of a fight, right? ...Right?
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Frisket sniffs at the ground and sneezes. There's too much virus-scent all over everything; he can't pick out anything else. He looks up at Enzo and whines.
Enzo scratches Frisket behind the ears. "That's okay, boy. They're prob'ly there." And if not, well, they'll keep looking 'til they find them.
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Enzo pulls up short. There are dozens of binomes around, running errands or just strolling, all of them laced with green. They all look eerily happy. Some of them are singing as they go, slightly disturbing songs in which the Word figures prominently. One spots Enzo and waves.
They have to get to the sprites, they're the ones who can really help, but they can't just leave everyone like this.
"Guys?" Enzo murmurs. "Fan out. Cure everyone you can. I'll go to the PO. You can meet me there."
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"That virus done got under all our skins," the binome continues. "Y'want me to set my army of devoted fans on her? Just say th' word."
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