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The Quantum Zone -
It's a Gift
By Josha Falken
It's a Gift
by Joshua Falken
Thanks to Sydney Schaffer for beta-read it, and Tewghi v1.5 by the editing
To: Guardian 452 (grd452@MainframeA.kits.com)
Security Level: confidential
I have something to tell you.. and I know what you will say. That this is a
blessing... a gift....
Have you ever heard "not every gift is a blessing?"
Such is my case... Or perhaps not... Well, let me tell the story from the
We were in the System NCSA, the nearly-mythical CM-10, the machine that made
the Supercomputer appear prehistoric as the ENIAC. And, at that moment, the
headquarters of Daemon...
I know that you already know this, Bob. After all, you were there too. I only
ask that you have patience, because it helps me tell you what I have to say.
Well, she had almost infected all the sprites and binomes of the system, but
there was something that she could not control: simulations. The simulation
cubes, that make the game cubes seem like a joke, were the only thing that
Daemon feared. She could control where a game would land, she could even to
begin a game and to alter its running process, but only Users could alter the
configurations of the simulations. Users and System NCSA's Command.Com,
She needed the Alpha code, that would transform her into Command.com for the
simulations, and she would have total control of the Net in this way. But for
that she would have to take the code from him...
Well that was the situation, as you know, when we arrived at the system
To make a long story short, she erased Altavista, and took his code, but when
she transferred it to her icon ... nothing happened. The system didn't crash,
because it was recognizing other sprite as the Command.Com. And in this case
it was me, Dot Matrix.
Don't ask me how that happened. He should have transferred the code to my PID
while I was unconscious, due to one of the attacks of the infected guardians
... and when he was infected, I automatically assumed the functions of
Simulation Controller and Command.Com. And I don't see reason for not
admitting, I never felt so much power in my hands and the thought caused me a
mixture of excitement and fear... I felt that I could make any thing that I
wanted... and it terrified me. "Absolute power corrupts", you know... I was
afraid that the power blinded me...
Well, the fact is that I didn't need to be in that position for a long time,
courtesy of Daemon. Enzo -excuse me, Matrix- and you were inside of a
simulation of User aeronautical technology, when Daemon entered in the Core
A glance was enough to understand that she was Daemon. A tall sprite-looking
virus, white skin with green veins on the skin, short dark hair like mine, and
eyes with a mixture of green and red that shone of pure rage and hate. She
wore a Guardian uniform, but completely black, covered with the infection
veins, besides a cloak that black as well.
There wasn't anyone else in the room.
Only her and I.
We looked each other for a moment, while a message was being broadcast by the
system: "Simulation Over! Simulation Over!"
Before I could reach my weapon on my leg, Daemon grabbed me by the neck with
her left hand and slammed me into the wall.
"Then, you must be Commander Matrix, right?" The virus said with a
surprisingly musical voice. "I must admit that you are a good strategist, but
a very arrogant one..." Daemon shook her head.
I remember staring at her eyes. Was she trying to control the entire damned
Net, and was I the arrogant one!?!?
"For thinking that you could stop me." she completed.
Crushing my throat to the point that I couldn't breathe, she slowly placed
her hand on my forehead. In that moment, I felt the deepest headache that I
had ever felt in my life. She tried erase the Alpha code from my neural
interface, without success because of my copyright protection. Hearing her
frustrated scream, I felt that something entered in my head, as a lance. I
tried scream of pain, but I couldn't get it out. I looked around at that
moment and noticed vaguely that you and my brother entered in the room...
When I woke up, I was at in hospital room, with my head bound.
"Dot, are you OK?!?" you and the younger Enzo asked in unison.
After some microseconds of explanations (or better, some milliseconds,
because that was what was necessary to convince you that was I well, wasn't
it? *Tired smile*) it became clear what had happened: Daemon had nailed in my
neural interface a code-cracking probe to erase the code of my mind, when you
and Matrix entered in the control room, with AndrAIa and Mouse. While you were
deleting her, AndrAIa prevented me from entering in incompatibility shock...
After the deletion, you used your powers to treat me temporarily (and I
already knew that you were so weak! You almost erased yourself in the
process!). System NCSA'S doctors recuperated my neural interface completely...
they said that I could be unable to speak due the lesions, but there went your
fast action that guaranteed that I would live and be able to talk. Thank you,
Well, you awaited me to recover from the operation. I should have been taking
a long time to get over the recompilation, for the anxious expressions in your
The doctor had guaranteed that I would not have sequels.
He was wrong.
Here's the part you will not believe... well, here it is.
Everything began six minutes later.
I was in my office in the Principal Office, reading some reports of problems
of organization of sections in the recently-installed drive, when it happened.
I felt a kind of flow of high-frequency energy in my arms and legs and a
gigantic headache. I never had felt anything like that. I closed my eyes and
massaged my temples, trying to control the pain. When I opened my eyes, I
wasn't in my office anymore. I was in the middle of Motorola Track, but at the
same time, I felt that I wasn't there. I don't know how describe the sensation.
I turned around and saw Enzo running in my direction. I want to say the
youngest Enzo. He carried something in his hand, it seemed a note. I noticed
people at my side, but I didn't notice who they were.
At that moment, a truck lost its direction, and drove onto the sidewalk.
I tried to scream for Enzo, but I didn't get... Enzo didn't have chance to
escape the vehicle... he ...his... his body was thrown by the impact through
the shop window of a store...
I ran and I saw his lifeless body....
"NOOOOO!" Now I got to scream.
"Young Dot, are you well?!?" Phong appeared in the door of my office. I had
returned... spam... I neither was sure if I had left my office in first place!
"Y-Y-yes., Phong.. It was just an nightmare, just that..." I tried calming
He looked me in the eyes for a few nanoseconds. Not convinced, he said: "It
is all right, young Dot. But remember, I am here to help you."
And he left.
I only could put my face in my hands...
I didn't tell to anyone about that vision, or the other that I had later...
yes, I had another vision, some cycles later. You should be wondering because
I didn't tell to you about that. I don't have any explanation. I didn't knew
if I believed in what I saw. Defrag, would you believe if I said that I had a
The time passed, and my initialization-cycle arrived. 35-hours-old. You
really surprised me with the surprise party, and Mouse took advantage of it to
do jokes about my age, like she was younger than me... I took them easily, you
know about that.
You had gotten tickets for the premiere of "Uncrashable", knowing that I love
suspense films and you would be capable to carry me up to that theater if I
didn't agree. You do any thing for me to take a rest. :-)
Well, we walked until the theater, when I noticed the name of the street,
It gave me a great shock, but I got to hide that. I think Mouse noticed, but
I am not sure. And I am sure that you also noticed, but you decided to stay
quiet... maybe you just didn't want spoil the cheerful atmosphere, am I right?
Well, it lacked just some blocks for the movies, when we heard Enzo's voice.
I turned around, and I saw him running in our direction. Exactly as in the
The truck began to zigzag. You didn't notice, but you had not had that
"ENZO, STOP!" I vaguely remember screaming, when I ran toward Enzo. The truck
now was going in direction of the roadway. I leaped.
I still had time to see Enzo's eyes filled with fear, before I got him out of
the way of the truck. I only remember hugging him very strong, and he also
hugged me, of pure fear.
Bob, I could not live with myself if something happened to any of my
In that moment, I thought that the vision had been a good thing. It had
helped to save Enzo's life... But I also thought that it would not repeat.
But it did repeat.
I had other visions, being accompanied by that strong and peculiar headache.
It was the way that I prevented AndrAIa from being run over in Pentium Drive,
or that the User used a cheat code in that war game... now you know the reason
I always be in the right place and at the right nanosecond...
But why am I sending the message and telling you this?!
Do you remember when we were in the Core Control Room, reconfigurating the
system, when I suddenly became very ill? You cared for me until the Principal
Office infirmary and Phong examined me.
He gave me the results of the tests a millisecond ago: my fainting and my
headaches are caused by a bug in the center of my neural interface. It is a
malign bug and needs to be operated on.
And I am sure that the bug is the cause of the my visions.
Probably, by the time you read this, I will already be in the operation room.
The doctors say that the removal chances are very high. My fear has not been
that something might go wrong in the operation, I know that everything will
run well. With my diagnosis I had an idea for the cause of that power, but if
after the operation I still have it... I don't know, Bob. I mean, then the
origin of this ability will be unknown... and the thought that there was
something working through me... working in me... that I can't control or
stop... I don't know what I will do Bob... I sincerely don't know...
I love you,
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