The Robust
He/Him/His
Twenty-Eight
October 30th
Bevaridge Town
Biomesexual
Pokemon Educator/Vlogger/Biome Enthusiast
Avatar/Gym Leader/Elite Ranger
See ya later, Feraligatr!
HOENN HISTORIA
POSTED ON Dec 23, 2020 17:41:34 GMT
ZAC
Hoenn Historia Computer Lab | Event
THEME Zac rode Onix through the wide double-doors of the mansion, and crashed through into a computer lab. Wires tore, and plaster ceiling tiles burst like cheap crackers, raining powder down on the banks of blocky monitors. Shadowy grunts hammered away at keyboards, surely doing something evil and incomprehensible. None of them had reacted to his arrival. Just like when he was in the forest Zac was strangely incorporeal. Did they not notice me demolishing half the ceiling? he wondered, returning Zappa and Kev. Through the thin walls Zac could hear shouting and the sounds of distressed Pokemon. I'll stay here. See what I can do. Zac pushed one of the grunts off of their computer chair, and the figure faded into shadows. The screen glowed. Inviting. Washing Zac's face in pale blue cut with piercing white letters. Z A C Oh good, Zac thought, squinting at the blinding white letters. Technology. My strong suit. He sat down on the empty chair, and the letters shifted. P R O J E C T Z : A C C E S S E D
PROCEED WITH DELETION YES/NO ? If those guys wanted to delete it, then I probably don't want it deleted, right? Zac searched around on the keyboard, found the right arrow key, and moved the selector over to the 'no' option. He found Enter, and hit it. The letters disappeared, and the screen went dark. Did I break it? Oh come on, and I was so care- A cascade of letters dripped down the screen, running top to bottom in a waterfall of gibberish and half-formed buzzwords. Zac looked over them, unsure what it meant. What any of it meant. He ran his eyes over the file names. They all sounded...incomprehensible. "Why do they keep using normal words to mean something weird," he mumbled. "Just make up your own words."
An explosion rocked the computer lab, Zac's screen shook. The shaking settled down, but Zac's screen continued to shake, rocking more and more violently. "What the heck-" A blue and pink nose, streaming with errant code, poked out of the monitor. Zac pulled back from the screen, as the creature pushed out of the screen. It was...birdlike? But more like a plastic drinking bird than anything that would exist in nature. This wasn't evolution at work, it was a poor facsimile of reality, filtered through the mind of engineers and a few layers of abstract nightmare. Its smooth, rubbery skin seemed stretched, twisted, and from this close Zac could see the code breaking free, leaking out into the air as the creature failed to mesh properly with the real world. "What are you..." he breathed, and the creature blinked shuddering, neon yellow eyes before it popped back into the screen. Zac watched in shock as the words began to morph, bulging and jostling as if the creature was rummaging around inside the text. "What, uh, what are you looking for buddy?" Zac asked, just as a terrible, sound split the air. It was somewhere between a broken printer and a dial-up modem connecting to the internet, and Zac looked on in horror as the files, the text, and all the data that was right there on the screen drained out the bottom right corner. The screeching came again, this time from the system unit, and a blue and pink disk pushed its way out of the PC. Not from any visible slot, but through a gap in the front plate of the casing. Zac grasped it, and the disk shuddered. It was A L I V E17c0NhHWNOTES: Zac obtained the dubious disk + Porygon Z TAG:
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