New Players on the Field
DOS and Prime arrived at the Security Program’s home. While DOS was still a little freaked around Tron, he now knew the SMP wouldn’t derezz him on sight and was trying to help him. He still tended to be cautious around him, remembering him as Rinzler.
He took in a breath, looked back at Prime and knocked on the door.
Disruptions were not uncommon for the program. Even with Anon helping in the main security measures, it was a very high demand job. So, as he stood to answer the door, he was barely focused, studying the new reports coming in from the latest investigations.
He was instantly focused as he looked up, remembering DOS. But this time he had a visitor with him. “What’s going on?” he tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice, but…
“This is…Prime. He’s an ISO too. He got infected by Abraxas.” He looked back at the other. “He wants your help, so I brought him to you. Uh…He has a ‘sister’, too. At least that’s what he said. “Right, Prime?” He turned around, now facing the strange Virus/ISO cross.
“That’s correct.” he nodded, studying Tron. “I was on my way back to her before I ran into DOS. I want to find Abraxas and even the score.” his eyes narrowed, trying to establish himself as determined, “DOS said that you could help.”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some…
He watched as the ISO sped off before rezzing his own lightcycle, following him.
Hopefully he would be able to keep the truth of his real identity hidden a little longer, he just hoped that this so called ‘treatment’ would reveal it.
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some…
His lips parted slightly in a small smile. “I’m glad as well?” he kind of laughed to himself, having no idea what he was talking about.
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some…
“A while ago…” he lied, not wanted to raise suspicion. “We’ve been in hiding…” he looked down, trying to look confused. “I don’t remember much. The infection has been corrupting my memories.” he sighed. “I’m guessing you’ve been around for quite some time as well.”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some…
“My sister.” he replied. “Or at least that is what I refer to her as.” he smiled a bit. “We came out of the sea together.”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some…
Prime began to think of the possible routes this could lead.
‘I should befriend them…’ he thought. ‘Or at least this ISO.’
“I am.” he confirmed, half lying. “I am under the understanding that you are as well?”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz:…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: Back…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: Back Home isodos:…
Tron… he thought about the name.
“Can you take me to him?” his eyes narrowed a bit. “Can he help me find him?”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: Back…
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: Back Home isodos: DOS made his way back…
DOS made his way…
He manged to pull a warm smile. “I know what you must think.” Prime acted friendly. “But it seems like we have a common enemy. The virus attacked me as well.” he pulled on a worried look, “however your strain seems to be much more severe.”
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
I’ve got some Jazz: prime-exe: I’ve got some Jazz: Back Home isodos: DOS made his way back…
DOS made his way back to his home in the Bostrom Ruins, awaiting Tron’s call for when Ram was ready. He decided it’d be…
He continued to study him. ISO… Infected ISO… he was able to identify him.
“I’m looking for him.”
I could use this program to get to him…
“I have… a score to settle with him.” he lied.
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
DOS made his way back to his home in the Bostrom Ruins, awaiting Tron’s call for when Ram was ready. He decided it’d be better if he stayed out of the city, just for safeties sake. He now had a lighcycle provided by Tron, a much need…
Prime glared at the conscript’s circuits as his suit rematerialized. Yellow in some spots… a virus. Prime tilted his head slightly to the side. “My name is Prime.”, he continued to eye the program. “Are you Abraxas by any chance?” he let his hopes rise.
(Source: a-big-bad-wolf)
About me
if (scan = program)puts ' Greetings, program.'
else
if (scan = user)
puts 'Greetings, User.'
end
end
name = Prime
puts 'My counterpart and I are mutated ISO twins born from the poisoned sea of simulation.'
puts 'Some may consider us viruses or threats. We\'re here to stir up a bit of trouble.'
