Post by The Master Control Program on Sept 2, 2011 0:06:36 GMT -8
Two light cycles competed together in battle. The game of light cycles was like a multiplayer variation of the classic video game, Snake. Each bike left a trail of a vertical wall, and would only disappear if the cycle's owner was terminated. It wasn't long before the blue light cycle destroyed the red one.
The victor returned to his carrier. His name was Sark, and he was the Master Control Program's closest collaborator, and the highest ranking Program in the MCP's army. He was dressed in a grey uniform with illuminant red circuits. His helmet covered all of his head, except for his exposed face. He walked up to a podium with two armrests. But upon closer inspection, they served as the key to communicating with the Master Control Program, once Sark's hands were placed upon them. Prepared to converse with his superior, a cone of light formed around Sark layer by layer, and inside this cone projected the grid-wire 'face' of the MCP himself.
YOU'RE GETTING BRUTAL, SARK, said the MCP. BRUTAL AND NEEDLESSLY SADISTIC.
The red Program smirked in humility. "Thank you, Master Control." He had a British accent, and a sadistic bite with every word.
WE'VE KIDNAPPED SOME MILITARY PROGRAMS. I CAN ARRANGE IN MORE LETHAL MATCHES. INTERESTED?
"Sure!" Sark grinned in excitement. "I would love to go up against one of those guys. Make a nice break from those Facebook hicks you keep sending me. What service of the branch?"
STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND.
Sark's circuits brightened as he inhaled deeply. His eyes widened in pleasure, and his voice projected his satisfaction. "Nice."
Following a pause, the MCP spoke with as lightly annoyed tone of voice. I HAVE TO GO NOW, SARK, BUT I WILL RETURN LATER.
"What's the matter, Master Control?"
IT'S SUNSHINE. SHE'S ENTERING THE DREAM LEAGUE'S COMPUTER ROOM. I DON'T KNOW WHY. MAYBE SHE WANTS TO SING FOR ME. SHE SINGS FOR EVERYONE. I DON'T CARE MUCH FOR HER VOICE.
"But you pretend to care," Sark added. He didn't know much about the League. All he knew was that they were 'special' Users, and the MCP was apparently at their service... much to the latter's chagrin.
YES. I EAGERLY ANTICIPATE THE DAY WHEN I NO LONGER HAVE USE OF THE DREAM LEAGUE. BUT FOR NOW I MUST WAIT. IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO DIFFICULT TO PRETEND TO BE INTERESTED THIS TIME. I ALREADY STUDIED HER CLOSELY. SHE'S AS STRONG AS USERS CAN GET, BUT SHE'S FAR TOO KIND AND GENTLE FOR HER OWN GOOD. THEY ONLY USE HER FOR HER MUSCLES, AND HER ABILITY TO FLY. SHE WOULDN'T MAKE A GOOD LEADER. SHE'S HEIR TO THE EYVINDRIAN THRONE, BUT HER IGNORANCE OF RUTHLESS LEADERSHIP WILL RUIN HER KINGDOM. I'M SURE OF IT.
Sark chuckled. "Who's your most hated?"
SUNSHINE'S UNFLAPPABLE COMPASSION IS SICKENING, BUT DOCTOR DOPPLER'S RAMBLINGS TRY MY PATIENCE. I GET BORED WITH HIM FASTER THAN THE OTHERS. SHE-WOLF BITES THE HANDS THAT FEED HER--NOT JUST MINE, BUT THE WHOLE TEAM. I'M SURPRISED THEY PUT UP WITH HER. IF I HAD MY WAY, SHE WOULD BE FORCED OUT OF THAT WORTHLESS FOREST SHE CONSTANTLY REFERS TO. DUCK AVENGER IS FRUSTRATING AND ANNOYING, AND HE HAS DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR. HE THINKS HE'S THEIR LEADER. THE ONLY MEMBER OF THE TEAM WHO PUTS UP A DECENT FIGHT IN CHESS IS DREAMCHILD, BUT I'M INFINITELY SMARTER, AND I CALCULATE MANY TIMES BETTER THAN WHAT HER 'SUPER' BRAIN COULD EVER MUSTER. I DON'T LIKE ANY OF THEM, REALLY. AND WHY SHOULD I? THEY'VE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THEIR FAME. NO, THE DREAM LEAGUE IS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. THEY'RE INCOMPETENT. THEY'RE JUST PAWNS IN MY GAME. I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THEIR TIME IS UP.
"Sounds fun," Sark said with sarcasm. "Well, good luck to you, Master Control. I'll deal with the new recruits."
ACKNOWLEDGED. END OF LINE.
The Master Control Program fully returned to the Dream League's supercomputer. He waited patiently for Sunshine to enter the room, and approach the large monitor where his text would be displayed. His text was displayed with the exact words his modulated voice would say.
HELLO, SUNSHINE. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT. HOW MAY I HELP YOU?
***
The victor returned to his carrier. His name was Sark, and he was the Master Control Program's closest collaborator, and the highest ranking Program in the MCP's army. He was dressed in a grey uniform with illuminant red circuits. His helmet covered all of his head, except for his exposed face. He walked up to a podium with two armrests. But upon closer inspection, they served as the key to communicating with the Master Control Program, once Sark's hands were placed upon them. Prepared to converse with his superior, a cone of light formed around Sark layer by layer, and inside this cone projected the grid-wire 'face' of the MCP himself.
YOU'RE GETTING BRUTAL, SARK, said the MCP. BRUTAL AND NEEDLESSLY SADISTIC.
The red Program smirked in humility. "Thank you, Master Control." He had a British accent, and a sadistic bite with every word.
WE'VE KIDNAPPED SOME MILITARY PROGRAMS. I CAN ARRANGE IN MORE LETHAL MATCHES. INTERESTED?
"Sure!" Sark grinned in excitement. "I would love to go up against one of those guys. Make a nice break from those Facebook hicks you keep sending me. What service of the branch?"
STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND.
Sark's circuits brightened as he inhaled deeply. His eyes widened in pleasure, and his voice projected his satisfaction. "Nice."
Following a pause, the MCP spoke with as lightly annoyed tone of voice. I HAVE TO GO NOW, SARK, BUT I WILL RETURN LATER.
"What's the matter, Master Control?"
IT'S SUNSHINE. SHE'S ENTERING THE DREAM LEAGUE'S COMPUTER ROOM. I DON'T KNOW WHY. MAYBE SHE WANTS TO SING FOR ME. SHE SINGS FOR EVERYONE. I DON'T CARE MUCH FOR HER VOICE.
"But you pretend to care," Sark added. He didn't know much about the League. All he knew was that they were 'special' Users, and the MCP was apparently at their service... much to the latter's chagrin.
YES. I EAGERLY ANTICIPATE THE DAY WHEN I NO LONGER HAVE USE OF THE DREAM LEAGUE. BUT FOR NOW I MUST WAIT. IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO DIFFICULT TO PRETEND TO BE INTERESTED THIS TIME. I ALREADY STUDIED HER CLOSELY. SHE'S AS STRONG AS USERS CAN GET, BUT SHE'S FAR TOO KIND AND GENTLE FOR HER OWN GOOD. THEY ONLY USE HER FOR HER MUSCLES, AND HER ABILITY TO FLY. SHE WOULDN'T MAKE A GOOD LEADER. SHE'S HEIR TO THE EYVINDRIAN THRONE, BUT HER IGNORANCE OF RUTHLESS LEADERSHIP WILL RUIN HER KINGDOM. I'M SURE OF IT.
Sark chuckled. "Who's your most hated?"
SUNSHINE'S UNFLAPPABLE COMPASSION IS SICKENING, BUT DOCTOR DOPPLER'S RAMBLINGS TRY MY PATIENCE. I GET BORED WITH HIM FASTER THAN THE OTHERS. SHE-WOLF BITES THE HANDS THAT FEED HER--NOT JUST MINE, BUT THE WHOLE TEAM. I'M SURPRISED THEY PUT UP WITH HER. IF I HAD MY WAY, SHE WOULD BE FORCED OUT OF THAT WORTHLESS FOREST SHE CONSTANTLY REFERS TO. DUCK AVENGER IS FRUSTRATING AND ANNOYING, AND HE HAS DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR. HE THINKS HE'S THEIR LEADER. THE ONLY MEMBER OF THE TEAM WHO PUTS UP A DECENT FIGHT IN CHESS IS DREAMCHILD, BUT I'M INFINITELY SMARTER, AND I CALCULATE MANY TIMES BETTER THAN WHAT HER 'SUPER' BRAIN COULD EVER MUSTER. I DON'T LIKE ANY OF THEM, REALLY. AND WHY SHOULD I? THEY'VE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THEIR FAME. NO, THE DREAM LEAGUE IS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. THEY'RE INCOMPETENT. THEY'RE JUST PAWNS IN MY GAME. I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THEIR TIME IS UP.
"Sounds fun," Sark said with sarcasm. "Well, good luck to you, Master Control. I'll deal with the new recruits."
ACKNOWLEDGED. END OF LINE.
***
The Master Control Program fully returned to the Dream League's supercomputer. He waited patiently for Sunshine to enter the room, and approach the large monitor where his text would be displayed. His text was displayed with the exact words his modulated voice would say.
HELLO, SUNSHINE. THANK YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT. HOW MAY I HELP YOU?
