(Unfinished) M/S-STORY: Booglebox- The Re-Beginning
Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2004 12:29 pmThe robot next to Booglebox woke up. Booglebox didn't. She was already awake.
There were several electrodes attached to Booglebox's brain, matrix-style. One was plugged in, and the rest were jammed in at odd but prescise angles. There were also several crude needles attached to the computer, and they pulsed and occasionally creaked in protest at the cocktail of toxic chemicals being pumped through them. They were transferring constant information to Booglebox's brain, and constant information was being sucked out.
For several years, life for Booglebox had been exactly the same. She was close to death. One last chance remained. This was it.
The computer's aincient nodes glowed brighter and groaned as Booglebox's brain, or what was left of it, went into overdrive. The robot sat up, and bits of it's rusted iron hull flaked off onto the floor, which was covered in at least an inch of dust. The robot stood up, slowly and apparently painfully, accompained by the screaming of rusted metal. It's crude internal combustion engine chugged slowly as it moved, leaking hydraulic fluid from at least twenty places, some eight feet across the floor, and extended it's foot in order to smash the computer's glass nodes and free Booglebox.
Booglebox was covered in sweat and shaking. She had never used her powers to such an extent before. The computer groaned and rattled, the green liquid inside the nodes by now fizzing and beginning to evaporate.
Booglebox was faced with a choice. Continue and face the fact that failure meant soon death due to an overstressed computer, or stop now and continue to inhabit the virtual and by now rather boring world of her computer. Her cyber-empire was decaying. There was a time when the entire internet bowed down to her, but that was seventy years ago when she had purpose, drive, resolve. That was all in the past now.
She continued. The robot chugged and clanked, coughed and stumbled the remaining three feet to her home, her place, her dwelling for the past two hundred and thirty years, the few cubic metres in which she lived, the computer lived, and they were one.
The robot stopped just short of the computer, it's right foot extended, ready to strike. The primitive engine within seized with a horrid grinding sound. The vibrations stopped. It's positronic brain, denied power, stopped firing. There was silence.
Booglebox died.
In the physical sense at least. She let out a sigh, more of a gesture than a necessity, as she had been intravenously fed oxygen for the past two centuries. The computer noticed this and, combined with the fact that it's partner had died two seconds before, overreacted. Literally.
TO BE CONTINUED SOME MORE....
There were several electrodes attached to Booglebox's brain, matrix-style. One was plugged in, and the rest were jammed in at odd but prescise angles. There were also several crude needles attached to the computer, and they pulsed and occasionally creaked in protest at the cocktail of toxic chemicals being pumped through them. They were transferring constant information to Booglebox's brain, and constant information was being sucked out.
For several years, life for Booglebox had been exactly the same. She was close to death. One last chance remained. This was it.
The computer's aincient nodes glowed brighter and groaned as Booglebox's brain, or what was left of it, went into overdrive. The robot sat up, and bits of it's rusted iron hull flaked off onto the floor, which was covered in at least an inch of dust. The robot stood up, slowly and apparently painfully, accompained by the screaming of rusted metal. It's crude internal combustion engine chugged slowly as it moved, leaking hydraulic fluid from at least twenty places, some eight feet across the floor, and extended it's foot in order to smash the computer's glass nodes and free Booglebox.
Booglebox was covered in sweat and shaking. She had never used her powers to such an extent before. The computer groaned and rattled, the green liquid inside the nodes by now fizzing and beginning to evaporate.
Booglebox was faced with a choice. Continue and face the fact that failure meant soon death due to an overstressed computer, or stop now and continue to inhabit the virtual and by now rather boring world of her computer. Her cyber-empire was decaying. There was a time when the entire internet bowed down to her, but that was seventy years ago when she had purpose, drive, resolve. That was all in the past now.
She continued. The robot chugged and clanked, coughed and stumbled the remaining three feet to her home, her place, her dwelling for the past two hundred and thirty years, the few cubic metres in which she lived, the computer lived, and they were one.
The robot stopped just short of the computer, it's right foot extended, ready to strike. The primitive engine within seized with a horrid grinding sound. The vibrations stopped. It's positronic brain, denied power, stopped firing. There was silence.
Booglebox died.
In the physical sense at least. She let out a sigh, more of a gesture than a necessity, as she had been intravenously fed oxygen for the past two centuries. The computer noticed this and, combined with the fact that it's partner had died two seconds before, overreacted. Literally.
TO BE CONTINUED SOME MORE....
momi dadi i wana be dead when im older...