Plotting [OPEN]

**ZippyTheSquirrel** · 02/09/2008 12:48:16

Memories, ah, the good ol' days, eh worms?

Into darker depths, ah, motivations. I was without them, but now I'm with purpose.

Home... cold. Bad memories, repressed. But it is here I will make my new base of operations.

REVENGE

I had nothing to do, but now, my mind whirls with ideas. Oh, how the fallen shall rise. And how they shall rise, indeed.
Hm hm hm hm hm... heh heh heh heh...

**ZippyTheSquirrel** · 02/09/2008 13:25:19

Whoops. That wasn't there before.

You. I want to discuss something...
...steps involved in deleting....
....Agent...
...cannot see why I would do such a thing for you.....

I'll get my information regardless of how I do it, so don't try to make this difficult. You won't like the consequences.
...this conversation is over.

Hrraggh!!
*thudding sounds, gunshots, crumbling bricks*

*heavy breathing*

I'll do it myself.

....maybe later....

**MatrixRefugee**

:: Raises eyebrow, tilts head, puzzled, as a worried look crosses her face::

**ZippyTheSquirrel** · 02/09/2008 16:38:49

...Oracle's kill code...
..not quite....
What... specific programs and routines handle the dirty work...

...the mainframe...
You know who you could ask?
...scheduled to be deleted....

..she practically lived it...
Soldados use to help....

The animal... a beast of knowledge?

One step at a time... one body at a time...

**Lucen**

Hmm. Sounds like Zippy has finally gone daft in the melon.

This could be... dangerous.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

While I wait, a different path in case the other leads to a dead end.

Ooh, tough guys, eh?

*gunshots*

Well, you might be asking yourself, why did I kill you?

Well, I'd tell you, but I'm afraid it might go in one ear...

*gunshot*

*laughter*

...and out the other! Hahahahahah!

*rustling*

Aha, got it.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Wh.. what do you want?

Information. I need ... *rustling* ... this.
What?! I don't have that!

Oh.

*gunshot*

Aggh!

*gunshot*

Stop! Please!

*gunshot*

Okay, I'll tell you!
Make it quick.
It.. you can't get it directly... it would have to have been trapped in a sinkhole, one of those data nodes...
Data nodes?
Y-yeah...
There's too many of those! You're use--
Wait! D-data nodes have specific information sunk into them depending on their location. I know where you can find one that will have what you're looking for.
Oh yeah?
No! Attack!
Whoops. Aaah!!

Get 'im!
Where'd he go?
I don't see--look out!

RAAARRGGHH!!

*heavy breathing*

Hmm... time to mine me some data nodes... but first...

*rustling* Ha.
Thank ya kindly for the info.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

...I hate this weather. It's too happy.

No better place to start than here, I guess.

*clicking, whirring noises*

Err.. oops. Sentries. Take this!

Ha.. aha... tadow! Haha, some Sentries you... are....uhh...uh oh.
*gunshots*

Arrgghh!

Okay... new plan.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Can she talk?
Yes or no questions..

Squawk! Helloooo!
I have some questions for you...when you were almost deleted... what was that like?

...

...yes or no questions.
Did they hold you in a special construct?
Meow... meow...

I can't believe I've been reduced to this...
Squawk! Squawk!
Did they use Agents to hold you?
Meow...
What did they do to her? It can't be so simple... Did they use, I don't know... a special code?
Squawk!
Where did they keep you, if not a construct?

....

Ugh. A house?
Meow.
The Real?
Croak.

What? What the hell does that mean?
She doesn't know.
...do you know anything, you stupid animal?!

*growling*

This isn't working. She's useless.
......

......Sorry.....

Noma... understands...

I've had a rough week...
Noma... controlled.... squirrels. In trees... emotions...
Heh, yeah? What was your favorite emotion?
....Favorite...

...loyalty.

Squirrel... want... know... deletion...
Yes. Yes!
Trash... directory... file transfer...
Like.. where they put deleted programs?
Yes...

Noma... how do I get into this directory? I have to know...

Effectuator...download Noma... to Matrix...
Can he.. upload into it?

Programs... accept deletion... transfer.. themselves.... to trash....
Is there a way to transfer a redpill into it?
Difficult...

Possible...
I don't care. If it can be done, I will do it.

Thanks, Noma.

Noma... smart...

Yes, Noma smart...

................

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

One step at a time! One marvelous step at a time! Can you feel me now?!

Can it really work?

..y'know... she kinda reminded me of...

...talking to yourself. Good sign of insanity...heheheheh... Oops, time to go plan. Oi, you!

S***, he saw us!
Retreat! Retreat!

**MatrixRefugee**

A message written in what you hope is only red ink, in a spidery hand

Miss Innocence passed me the word that you're looking for some information; I can help you with that. Meet me in the red rooms of Club Sanguine tonight at 10 EST.

Morraeon Marrithsdattir

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Come right in, have a seat.

Mmmrrr, I could tell you a thing or three about it... Sorta comes with the territory since... things like me were designed to do just that. Mind you, I've got the knowlege second-hand, seein' that I'm a copy of my Pops's base code and all that... Buuut... Never actually saw the Source m'self, since he coded me waaay after he went into Exile, though... shall I say, I've known my share of Exiles who have seen it.

Simple process really: an out-dated program gets it's notifcation of Recall, it goes there voluntarily -- or the Agents have to haul it there... And it gets a choice o' two doors: one on the left goes to the recyle bin... The one on the right goes here, and it's little ol' me they usually find.

It's the way things are. Sure, it sucks, but it's better than the alternative.

What alternative? There's nothing left after deletion!

Sooooo, yer lookin' to bring 'em back from the netherworld?

I'm done with that. I'm done with trying to protect the d**ned. I want my old life back.

Maybe... maybe if I can go into the trash files... maybe she'd still be there...

Not an easy thing to do. Might be possible for a human-thing to go in... Since that'd keep 'em from getting decompiled... But I never heard of a human goin' there... Unless.... Mmmmmrrrrr....

What? Do you know something?

Hear me out: if yer gonna pull this off, yah gotta take care of yerself. Yah try goin' into the recycle bin then, it'll read you as a program and then where will you be?

Where I want to be.

This.. this isn't a hero's story. I'm just trying to find some purpose in my life again.

What if it doesn't work? What then?

I.. I refuse to think about that.

Either take care of yerself and do it the way I mapped it out for yah, or yah might as well be playin' Chicken with a wood chipper.

Eh, I'm feeling lucky.

Lucky or suicidal?

Get some rest, Squirrel-Boy. Y' owe it to yerself. Y' owe it to her.

Yeah... yeah...

Um... right... later....

Mind yah, yer in my debt now, but I won't collect just yet...

Take care of yerself, boy.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Hellu?

Effectuator? It's me.

Oh, hey, uh... squirrel guy! Phew, I see you still haven't washed off that Dog Pound stench.

...fly virus.

Hey, man, whatever you say. All fair's in love and a nice, hot, bath.

Yuh huh. I'm looking for... *rustling* this.

Lemme see that!

Whooeeee, that's a nasty piece of red tape. Where'd you get this?

An Exile.

Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

Hey!

Huh, oh! You're gonna need some fancy code to be able to do all this. I think I could cobble something together, but I'll need a few little gidgets.

"Gidgets?"

Yeah, digidoodles. Little sparkly things, like those kids with the cool clothes and the shades wear.

....E Pluribus Neo?

Yeah, hey, weird name, right? Anyway, I'll need a doohickey that I know they like to play with. It's like one of those little bomby things, but without the bomby part.

Uhh...

Oh, go ask them for one! They look like nice kids, I'm sure they'll give you whatever you want.

...

What? Hey, where are you going? I get lonely!!

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Psst...

...who is this...

...not...important...

...go on...

...I'm working on a special project that is.. sensitive... I need some materials...

...a meeting...

I never did trust EPN. How many times have they tried to kill me?
How many times did they succeed?

Good point.

Haha, party hard.

So...

I want to buy...

...not for sale.

How about--

That's not possible, either. Unless... You have a location... What deleted files are we talking about here?

Nobod--... nothing you'd be interested in. If I told you... very.... to the Machines...

A finger snaps.

Wrong answer!

What the hell kind of answer do you think you can force out of me?

The kind I want... and my patience is wearing thin.

Sheesh, this man could be a Merv...

Urrgh, fine. Her name was Shara. She was... a close friend of mine...

A very touching story... and a lie...

You don't know me!

...

........how dare he accuse me of lies?! My story is not one for sale in the public market, and he pisses on it like I'm some grunt in the background. I'll show him... I'll show all of them... It's time to get explosive.

**ZippyTheSquirrel**

Hey, mac.

Oh, hello. Charles Roderick, alias Zippy the Squirrel, born fifth of November, nineteen hundred eighty--

Stop doing that.

What would you like today? Acapulco? Moscow? We just upgraded our Peaceful Forest construct, I know that is your favorite.

Oh, yeah? That sounds nice. I could use some peace after that EPN nutjob refused me those code pulse devices.

Yes, sir, E Pluribus Neo Code Pulse Device. Numerous items captured in Machine assignment designation six dot two. I'll ring up the book for you, sir.

That'll be lov--wait, what? Machine assignment what?

Machine assignment designation six dot two. Well documented, indeed. Although, we failed to capture Agent Gray's exact emotion in one segment. We had to substitute it with another emotion. I believe it worked out very w--

What happened in that mission?

You'd have to purchase the archive simulation, sir.

I swear, if you don't tell me, I'll bring so many flies into this d**n room you'd think there was a convention.

Fly Virus. Infected twentieth of June, approximately seven fifty-four local time, during conflict with Dog Pound leader Big Dog.

Stop... doing... that... and... give... me... the... book...

You'll have to purchase the archive simulation, sir.

Gimme the book!

Here is your Peaceful Forest access book, sir. That'll be forty thousand $information bits.

...shut the hell up.

Sir? Sir, don't forget your book! Oh, dear.