Really? What was your first clue, doctor? Glitch, viewer scope. He swallowed an old sector blanking command. It's trying to unformat his stomach. Glitch, med-gun. A little puppy peptic, That's the best I can do. We'll just have to hope he can, uh... stomach that thing.
[Via Vid Window] All of them, the com-net, the vid-net, the ethernet, they're all down, already 12 blocks! I was talking to another precinct chief on level two, and she just-- [loses contact]
Dot
Chief?! Come in! Chief! Phong, something's wrong! The whole Kits Sector is going offline, one block at a time!
In the first series of events, The athletes will rack up as many points as they can! The more, the better! But wait, there's more! These scores determine the starting positions in the winner-take-all final event, THE ELIMINATOR! Whoever wins the Eliminator, wins the Game! But now, another word from our sponsor...!
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A most intriguing tale. Dancing on Al's counter you say? It reminds me of an old fie my parents used to tell me. It concerned a sprite who went a little random one upgrade. He had this very long beard.
Attention, inhabitants of sector 1-0-0-0: Your struggle for independence is over. I'd like to take this opportunity to personally thank my friend, Dot Matrix, for delivering this sectors PID's to me with such a cunning and insightful plan. You will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts.
It's all up to me... Just like it was before and I blew it. I ruined it for everybody. [Phong startles her while he enters the game] Phong? What are you doing here?
......Bob? Oh... Oh yes, yes, yes, he is here too! [Dives into his box and starts flinging junk out] Bob, where are you my little friend? Oh, here he is! You were hiding, weren't you? Bad Bob, bad Bob! [Emerges with a blue Null in a cage] No one believes me, but truly, Bob here used to be a great Guardian! Ah, he was something back then... Ehh, but those times are gone. Cute little fellow, no?
Dot
No! No, that's not Bob! It can't be! Oh, what have I done? I lost the game and I destroyed Mainframe! I didn't even try. If only I could have another chance...
Chance has nothing to do with it, child. The future is not determined by a throw of the dice. It is determined by the conscious decisions of you and me.
"Turn... around"? [A vidwindow pops up behind him]
Dot
Attention, inhabitants of Silicon Tor: Your struggle for dominance is now over. I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank my dear friend Cyrus for helping me out with such a cunning and insightful plan. And as for the rest of you, hah! Who cares? [Blows a kiss before closing window]