[chat] Yeah, this outpost only gets a 32-ICP compliment... well, they're down to 21 now... they'll have to make do, I guess.
[chat] My User sent me here because he needs an advance position behind the Firewall, from which to access the rest of the network. Hopefully I'll be able to lock this base down before anyone notices...
[reaches the end of the auxiliary data channel he was crawling through][installs Primitive Charge.Beta and Megahurtz.Alpha][throws three Ball primitives out into the room][sound of six deresolutions fills the room]Ouch. That was rather loud.
[crawls out of data channel and uninstalls extra subroutines][switches to Cluster][walks to door, peers out into hall, sees 3
's walking past][ICPs see him]ICP 1: Hey! You're not supposed to be here!
ICP 2: Sound the--
Only one ICP was left-- a duel. Against a User to be sure, and thus not a very fair duel, but a duel nonetheless. As he watched his comrades dissolve into glimmering pixels, ICP#46881302 readied his disc and hurled it at the blue-clad intruder. The Blue winced as the disc impacted his shoulder, then retrieved his Disc from the flaming ruins of ICP#46882017--1302's longtime mentor-turned-rival, now deleted-- and flicked it toward the remaining ICP. 1302 recalled his disc and brought it up just in time, sending the Cluster ricocheting harmlessly away. He then threw his disc again, but the cowardly Blue ducked back into the doorway and the red disc ricocheted down the hall.
Coward! thought 1302.
Only spies and turncoats take cover-- real
programs stand out in the open and get derezzed! That was his last thought, as the blue disc impacted his header and the universe faded into a null variable.
Tweaker nursed his damaged shoulder as he looked up and down the hallway to make sure no other security programs had detected the exchange. Scooping up the core dumps left behind by the decompiled programs, he upped his health back up to 94% added a Truncate.Beta and two Permissions to his memory.
Ooh, what finds! Examining the permission ring on the door to the control room to his right, he re-opened the chat line to Harpo.
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