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White Noise
By Josha Falken

 


White Noise
by Joshua Falken
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Disclaimer: The Characters of ReBoot are property of Mainframe Entertainment.
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Bob looked at the system's time fluxogram on the wall of his apartment. The
Freedom Cycle Celebration festival would be in tomorrow's downtime. He then
looked at the several used textpads with his early attempts to write, and
smashed his forehead on the keyboard.

"I don't believe it!", he thought. "I-I-I-mean... I've survived several games
and the Web, I finally got tell Dot that I love her... I even *kissed* her,
after restoration of Mainframe... And now I can't write a poem for her!!!" He
then shook his head, in astonishment.

He wondered if that was a good idea (Creative Writing was the one class which
he always had trouble with when he was in the Guardian Academy). But since he
wanted to do something special for Dot (and he wanted to send it to her before
the Freedom festival, before their date, to surprise her)

He sighed.

"Well, back to work."

Some microseconds later, he finally reached a reasonable result...


"Dot,

When I was in the Web, with no escape port,
the remembrance of you was the only thing that bring me confort.
(I know that you don't will believe that,
even after that kiss after the System Crash... ^_^)
The bright of your eyes,
your gentle smile...
even your stuborness
and "never-stop" workaholic style! ;-)
I will tell you in an only shot.
What I mean is that you striked my heart
more hard
with your shocking gorgeous sight,
than a lightning
from a tear storm
strikes a lightning rod!"

Bob pressed the "send" key, and released his breath.

Message Destination: Dot Matrix, Command.com of System Mainframe.

Obvious, isn't?
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"...Shannon's Theory of Information states that for communication to occur,
there has to be an emissor, a receptor, the message itself, and the medium...
the emissor can be a person who writes a letter; the message, the text of the
letter itself; and the receptor, the person who receives the message..."
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Bob entered Dot's Diner looking for her. He saw her reading some
spreadsheets. She raised her head and smiled at him. He smiled back.

He was about to go to her, when a binome called her attention. The binome
delivered a card to her. This made Bob freeze, because he the card was all to
familiar to him. That was the card with the poem that he wrote for her.

When Dot finished reading the card, she looked up at Bob with a serious face.
She stood up and left the diner.

"Is it *that* bad?!", a worried Bob thought.
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"...but in the transmiting process through the medium, the information can
suffer interference...."
===============
Later that cycle, Bob was siting on a bench in Floating Point Park. He wass
in deep thought; he didn't notice all the people working to ready the park for
the upcoming fesitval.

"Bob?"

He looked up, surprised.

"A person asked me to give this message to you." said a binome, handing him a
little card.

"Uh... thanks..."

The binome left. Bob opened the card and read: "Come to Dot's Diner, at 7,030
d.cc." It was unsigned.

The Guardian frowned in confusion...
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"... the interference in the message to reach an point to transform the
original message in an indeciphable code.... this is called 'White Noise'..."
==============
At 7,029 d.cc., Bob arrived at the Diner. It was closed because of the
Freedom festival. He opened the door and entered in the dark diner. He was
wondering if he was victim of a cruel pratical joke, when, from behind him...

"Well?", a well-known woman's voice called him.

Bob turn aound, and saw Dot. She was wearing a white vest, a red blouse and a
red skirt. Her face was serious. Arms crossed, waiting.

"Uh... hi!"

"Hi."

"Uh... well... did you receive my card?"

"Yes." she replied simply.

"And did you...read that poem?"

"Yes." Again, the single reply.

Bob looked at his lover's eyes, but had no success in discovering what she is
thinking.

"And???"

"'And' what?"

Bob shook his head. What in the Web Dot is planning?!

"Did you like it?!?" a nervous Bob asked.
==============
"...the "White Noise", however, could be considered the sum of all possible
messages..."
============
"Did I like it?" Dot asked, showing Bob's card with his poem.

He confirmed by shaking his head.

Dot looked at him for a nanosecond, then, all of sudden, she grabbed his
shoulders and gave him a very passionated kiss.

Then, she asked, smiling, a very surprised (and very happy) Bob, "Did that
answer your question?"
==========
"... So, this case, with the correct deciphering mechanisms, the white noise
can become an understandable, and possibly, very clear message..."
===========
"Yeah." Bob confirmed, crossing his arms and giving Dot a questioning, but at
same time stunned and playful, grin.

"Hey, *you're* the one who bugged me to the deletion about me needing to be a
little more impulsive."

Bob laughed.

Dot walked to the Diner's door.

"Hey, are you coming to the festival, or not? We still have a date today,
remember?" she asked with her hand on her waist.

"Sure!" He got closer to her. "But I'm guessing that this way is much
better." When he finished saying that, he extended his left arm and opened a
portal. Putting his free arm around Dot's waist, he said, "This is faster."

Both them laughed and crossed the portal.

The End


 

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