Aug 12, 2016
@satireimpendent
“Your soup has got to be colder than your personality by now.”
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@satireimpendent
“Your soup has got to be colder than your personality by now.”
((Ask))
satireimpendent:
A virus?
Kaiba didn’t take immediate action, despite the alarm filing orderly through his veins. It would be a simple matter to destroy the thing, probably– and if not, the laptop would have been completely severed from his network, anyway, to prevent a spread. All his work was backed up, so it would be no big loss.
But it was puzzling. If this was a virus, it was a strange one. He’d never heard of one taking on a more or less human shape. Most viral programs were disguised as other programs, or simply a quiet switch that shot chaos through the system. This was something else– no, it looked and behaved more like the desktop buddies that used to amuse him so long ago.
He sat forward, his elbows on either side of the laptop, and twined his fingers together. With his chin pressed thoughtfully to the backs of his hands, he decided to simply watch it for a while. Wherever it came from, whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t going to stay… but it puzzled him nonetheless to see something so seemingly innocent (albeit creepy) that could get past his security systems.
‘Perhaps Mokuba downloaded it.’
He floated among the files before realizing this was not the Cathedral! He needed rest, to be on standby to safeguard Aura... Yet the AI drifted near the closest document and pulled up a clean, type-able document, that began to write lines of text.
Scripts of coding that was hardly malignant, but rather a diagnosis of the network, access points, and general state of the domain he was trapped in. The Anti-Virus being blinked his eyes and gave a raspy breath, reviewing the data with a frown. There was no access back to there, but this place must be manned and operated by a human.
If that is the case, surely there is a way to return.
With this notion made, he used the document to initiate a chat with the User.
[A.K.] >> Name?
continued.
satireimpendent:
❝What do you take me for?❞ came the sharp reply. ❝I’m not going to kill it. If you have advice, I’ll take it– otherwise, there’s enough fussing going on without your voice added to it.❞
“It was a question. And I know you are not going to kill it. If anyone is suited to care for a Dragon egg, it would be you.”
Eyes momentarily.
“Keeping it warm is enough. Dragon eggs are not that different from other eggs.”
not what i meant, but alright. also, i am fairly sure you need smell to taste--
you said you could live without smell, not hearing.
So, it turns out that all along, the satire was me.
☒ ~satireimpendent
[text] There is a cat sleeping on my leg. I don’t own a cat.