message does not compute ;)
got up, kicked pets out, made warm drink, started story, let pets back in, chased said pets about the house.
three phone calls later and one advance warning (thank you heaven), dressed, dragged rake through hair, dad arrived.
discovered out of milk and unable to make him a coffee so went to local for a drink .....there was logic there! LOL
so story still only four paragraphes long...Alco Ginger Beer and Baileys (not together..eew) is always good though ;)
But here's this, a sort of between stories snippet to appease the bouncing plunnies. ...I told them it's now Dec and no longer nano-time but that just meant they've started appearing wearing tinsel....and there's mistletoe! *sob* can't be good.
Oh and you may remember the character from charisstoma 's The Virus in your Machine
..498..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..499..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..500000000000000000000...input fail……..
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&
!?%^&*(&?$?”!”””””)111!!!!!!1010101010
------press escape to exit------
Computer restarting in 5 / 4 / 3 / ..
RESTART
----file rescue has failed……
FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL
Please restart now.
_
Adware dropped his head to the desk with an anguished sob, covering his ears from the empty bleeps with both arms. The magic in the room reported his inactivity and he got zapped. He’d reached this point five separate times. Using his powers was barred. Cut and paste didn’t work unless you liked extreme pain. Zap strong enough to knock a mid weight Djinn out. Adware was slimly built.
1000 repetitions of the little ditty, chanting it as he typed. He’d gotten to 665 once, made him feel hopeful, like there was an end in sight. The computer system had crashed. Typing slower only prolonged the suffering, typing faster made his fingers tire.
If he was ever freed he’d never surf the web again, if internet even existed in that far flung glorious future.
Prisms of colour reflected of the walls from the CD mobiles that dangled twirling in an un-sourced breeze. A pretty effect in the stark white room. Relaxing. Adware wanted to smash them all. He wanted to rip down the disks and snap them, crush the shard under his booted feet. To destroy.
With a faintly hysterical laugh Adware flicked a low hanging CD near him, the names scratched onto the surface changed with every turn. Megan, Alex, Avery, Lucy, Checkwood Holdings. Baxter. He’d forever respect anyone named Baxter.
The Halls of the Malicious were an unforgiving place.
..1/1000..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..2/1000..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy…
three phone calls later and one advance warning (thank you heaven), dressed, dragged rake through hair, dad arrived.
discovered out of milk and unable to make him a coffee so went to local for a drink .....there was logic there! LOL
so story still only four paragraphes long...Alco Ginger Beer and Baileys (not together..eew) is always good though ;)
But here's this, a sort of between stories snippet to appease the bouncing plunnies. ...I told them it's now Dec and no longer nano-time but that just meant they've started appearing wearing tinsel....and there's mistletoe! *sob* can't be good.
Oh and you may remember the character from charisstoma 's The Virus in your Machine
..498..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..499..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..500000000000000000000...input fail……..
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&
!?%^&*(&?$?”!”””””)111!!!!!!1010101010
------press escape to exit------
Computer restarting in 5 / 4 / 3 / ..
RESTART
----file rescue has failed……
FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL
Please restart now.
_
Adware dropped his head to the desk with an anguished sob, covering his ears from the empty bleeps with both arms. The magic in the room reported his inactivity and he got zapped. He’d reached this point five separate times. Using his powers was barred. Cut and paste didn’t work unless you liked extreme pain. Zap strong enough to knock a mid weight Djinn out. Adware was slimly built.
1000 repetitions of the little ditty, chanting it as he typed. He’d gotten to 665 once, made him feel hopeful, like there was an end in sight. The computer system had crashed. Typing slower only prolonged the suffering, typing faster made his fingers tire.
If he was ever freed he’d never surf the web again, if internet even existed in that far flung glorious future.
Prisms of colour reflected of the walls from the CD mobiles that dangled twirling in an un-sourced breeze. A pretty effect in the stark white room. Relaxing. Adware wanted to smash them all. He wanted to rip down the disks and snap them, crush the shard under his booted feet. To destroy.
With a faintly hysterical laugh Adware flicked a low hanging CD near him, the names scratched onto the surface changed with every turn. Megan, Alex, Avery, Lucy, Checkwood Holdings. Baxter. He’d forever respect anyone named Baxter.
The Halls of the Malicious were an unforgiving place.
..1/1000..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy,
I must bring pleasure, not pain.
I must be good.
..2/1000..
I must respect other people’s work.
I must not harm or destroy…