Virus Work

[rebecca]

Rebecca entered the lab slowly, followed by one of the many no-name scientists that she simply loved to cause trouble for. Sure, screwing around with lights is one thing... and maybe the odd pop-up is another... But she still found it fun, feeling accomplished at her ability to reach 'Network 2' as it was called, Where internet access was not nearly as limited as the main Network. She mentally sighed at the thought of using Network 1 again.

Only thing really usable is drek like Youtube and eBams world... Message boards are good too, but of course, one attempt at saying 'Come help!' and I'll be off these for good... she thought as she sat down at 'her' own computer. Truth be told, it wasn't actually hers, but it had all the files she'd saved, stories she'd written, and even the odd program or two written with Java, Perl or even (if she was feeling bored) Basic. She never used any others, and never let anyone else use this specific computer. Far as she was concerned, it was her property, even though it belonged to the lab.

As soon as she sat down, her eyes seemed to blank out. The scientist at the door noticed this, but did nothing about this, knowing what she was doing...

Rebecca's body stayed firmly put in the chair, but her mind, on the other hand, had leapt into the computer. She would occasionally use the computers physically, but prefered it this way. Sh eloved the 'digital highways' of digits and algorithms beneath her feet, the images passing by rapid-fire from one e-mail to another.

She dove deep into her own computer's hard drive, to a small area, closed off from the Lab's Networks. She wasn't sure if many could see the area, but shrugged off the thought. She didn't like the idea of her 'baby' being found out. She entered the area swiftly, after providing a handful of passwords, and answers to security questions provided to her.

She sighed deeply at her 'home' that she hadmade. Customized to resemble an actual room, rather than a colleciton of digits, she was proud of her work. While she was there, she tapped into Network 2 as well, just for some extra entertainment.

She moved to another area, where what could only be described as a rather large atom, seemed to be suspended in midair. She smiled, lightly prodding one of the 'electrons' that floated around it. The atom wiggled slightly, but that was all. She smiled. "And how is my baby today..." she said.

Of course, the atom didn't respond. After all, it couldn't. Rebecca quicly made a swift copy of a simulated hard drive and placed it before the atom. "You know the drill..." She said with a smile. The atom stayed still for a moment, and then moved over towards the hardrive. It glowed for a brief moment, and then stopped. Rebecca smiled, and grabbed the simulation, mentally checking it.

"Corrupted." She said with a grin. She deleted the copy and stared. "Faster than usual, must say, your corruption skills are incredible... However, next step - complete annihilation... I want you to mess u a computer so badly, the best thing it could be used as is a paperweight." She added with another grin.

Of course, she had no intention of completely wiping out systems, If anything, she'd maybe sic her little devil on a single computer or two. If she got punished for it, so be it. It would be worth it just to see the scientists squirm with discomfort of her 'Haxxor skills' as she herself called them with a laugh.

Satisfied with her test, she pulled back from her 'cubby hole' and moved out to Network 2. "Let's have a bit of fun..." She said, looking for a computer user or two to mess with.

[Dr. Hart]

Clarence monitored the progress of experiment H44. She was on the system again. System two that was. Again, you let the experiments feel special, you made them feel good. You gave them a system to toy with that actually meant nothing, but allowed them to show off their skill, to practice, to grow. It kept them from getting too depressed. "Ah, how interesting." He muttered, touching the tips of his fingers together. He nibbled on his bottom lip as his gold eyes skipped over his computer screen. Why not log into system two? He liked to keep a tab on all his experiments. Not for the reason of having control over them, but because he took pride in them. Seeing them fail hurt him as much as it hurt them, yet seeing them succeed in what they did made him happy.... even if it did screw over the lab a bit in the process.

The doctor relocated from his personal computer into the computer lab, where he could see the girl's slumped form and spaced out eyes. He was sure, that if he got close enough he'd be able to see the numbers of one and oh that flickered across her irises. He smiled, slumping into the computer chair next to her. She didn't even blink. His fingers danced across the keys, typing his name for network two.

HartCal

Password?

ilovepink1213!@3

Password Confrimed...

Welcome, Clarence.

Loading....

Loading....

Please wait...

The computer desktop flickered on and Clarence smiled, clicking open MSN messenger and signing in. His e-mail was [e-mail], emo as emo got. But you had too keep up with Teenagers to relate to them, even if they did poke fun. Experiment H44 was particularly bad for torment, but he didn't mind, it was like a little sister picking on her older brother. More out of love then of hate. His MSN signed in.

No new e-mail and no contacts online. But that was okay, he was sure the girl beside him would pick up on his presence before long. He opened a game of Bewjewled and waited patiently. She would bother him before long, it was nearly guaranteed.

[serenade]

Rebecca swam through the seas of cyberspace, occasionally playing a game or two, and sometimes looking over the odd message board or two (She was a member on several, and quickly sent off some rapid-fire posts). She looked over them carefully, sighing at how much she lied to them. She wanted to tell her friends the truth, about how she was being confined, but instead, she kept her mouth shut. The truth wasn't worth days in the punishment room after all.

She paused as she felt a tingle. It wasn't very strong, but it was still there none the less. She smiled. Someone else is here... she thought with a grin. She latched onto the tingle and traced it, finding where the user was, who they were, among other bits of data. ...ilovepink1213!@3? What kind of password is that? Eh, I'll leave him be about that... Or maybe I won't... She thought with a light grin.

She continued her trace, finding out what computer was in use, and looked at the number. That's strange... Why would he be next to me... Oh bah, if he tries anything, I'll erase his music. she thought with another silly grin. She entered his computer slowly, so as mot to set off an anti-virus program or something like that, and slowly sifted through his files. Don't know it, don't know it, don't know it... Geez, this guy has some weird tastes in music... She thought, looking at one of them in particular. Jesters of the Moon... With a grin, she 'tapped' the file, followed by altering the volume on the computer, shutting it down to nothing, letting the file slowly play.

Let's let him wonder for a bit about that... she thought.

OOC: I should have clarified this in her description: When she goes through the web or the computers, she sees everything in it's own 'physical manifestation'
In other words, she sees paths made of diigits and code leading from page to page, small game windows opened (which she loves to sit on) The desktop looks like a rather large courtyard with folders scattered about, and windows opened for the internet, etc.
In other words, she feels like she's walking around in a large, large MMO =P
I'll add this to her character sheet.

[Dr. Hart]

(COOL! XD)

Dr. Hart grinned, right on time. His music opened and he flicked the volume up so he could hear it. He hummed along. He couldn't play to save his life. He could perform delicate open heart surgery, but he couldn't coordinate a few fingers to play notes on the keys of ivory. The song ended, bringing up a harsh screaming music, known as none other than Marilyn Manson. He bopped his head along, tapping his fingers along the keys to the beat. He pulled open a word program and opened a file he was writting.

In a world full of suffering, I am not exception. None of us are. The lab is a cold place, full of hate and fear... But sometimes, you can make a friend here, cross the border between experiments and scientists.... It helps keep away the loneliness.

Dr. Hart clicked ctrl s and saved quickly. IT was utter nonsense nothing he really believed or anything... well, the persona that he exposed believed in it, but he didn't. He grinned, typing a few other words as bait.

WHy don't you come out? I know your in there somewhere, Rebecca. Stop fooling with my music.

HE stretched up, linking his fingers together and cracking them. He chuckled to himself. Would she rise to the bait or not?

(sorry for suckage, I only got like 3 hours of sleep. >_<)

[rebecca]

Rebecca sighed. Damn he's a smart one. She thought with a chuckle. As a joke, she then tapped into his earlier bejeweled game, replacing the score with random numbers and letters, as well as popping up a message on the game screen - AlL yOuR bAsE aRe BeLoNg To Us. Truth be told, it was a lame joke, but she chuckled once again regardless.

She worked with the Computer for a moment, tapping into the speakers once more. When she spoke, her voice came out, but altered slightly, Pitch raised, noise added... In truth, she liked to do this, basing her voice off the 'public' voice of the oh-so-famous but late L.

"Oh, but it is so much more fun to do things this way... Now, might I ask why 'You love pink?'" She stated calmly, editing the word file, adding '=)' to it at the end. "Seems kinda weird, cause that totally contradicts with your MSN, your typing, as well as your music..." She added. "Than again, I myself still have a liking for cute things."

She let the last words hang for a moment, and then smiled. "Oh yes, Another question - Why'd you pick the computer next to me? You better not be planning anything you perveted old geezer." Her soft chuckles could then be heard over the speakers.

[Dr. Hart]

He typed slowly, figure shook with a fit of giggles. Ah, so my bases belong to you do they? Well, who set us up the bomb? He typed, biting his lip to keep from totally losing it and sending him into a laughing fit that might last as long as half an hour. He loved to interact with the Experiments. Some of them were braindead, or went along too easily, but some of them had spark, and she was one of them.

I love pink because it's a nice colour. It makes one... Feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, correct? ^_^ He laughed. Plus no one suspects it, I congradulate you on getting my password however... Techincally, she should be punished, but that would be no fun. Punishment was reserved for those that committed real crimes, not just toying with a computer...unless it was issued by one of the meaner scientists. Clarence knew scientists that would have slammed the girl with 24 hours of the punishment room. But, he was nice.

I like what I like. More people should like pink. And I'm not THAT old! >_< He typed. I'm only 36!!!!1! He sighed and bowed his head and laughed. He wasn't old! Not until he was forty! It wasn't far! You'll be old like me one day, girl, so you ought to watch your tongue.

[rebecca]

Light, warped chuckles could be heard from the speakers afterwards. This is too fun to quit now. she thought with a grin. "Ah... but the lovely thing is, I won't be old like you someday - You'll be 18 years ahead of me always." She said, a few more laughs audible afterwards. As she spoke though, she sent out a seperate signal, tapping into the cameras around the lab, quickly tapping into the computer lab's camera.

"Hmm... seems you really don't appear as old as you say... so for all I know, you could be younger or older, or could very well be telling the truth..." She smiled, adding another '=)' to the word document - followed by a copy-pasted army of more, and, just for fun, adding in a '=(' right in the middle. If he spots that, I'll give him a mental medal... she thought with a grin.

"I still find the pink thing a bit odd you know? I mean... I look through your music, and much of it is by this... 'Marylin Manson' character... You know what? Give me a moment." She said, and while in the computer still and bypassing the internet restrictions, opened up Google Images, putting in 'Marylin Manson'.

There was a slight pause. "Is that a man or a woman?" She then said. "Too damn hard to tell."

[Dr. Hart]

Clarence frowned and opened a recording device on the computer. Talking would be easier than typing. "That is..." He said into a microphone that he seemed to produce from nowhere and plugged into the computer. "Unless I die in the next few years, then you will be my age at some point." He countered with a grin and a chuckle. "And thirty six is my real age you know." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is it really that hard to believe? I know I look young...but..." He let himself trail off.

"Do you mind not inserting random smilies into my documents?" He asked, smiling weakly. It was a tired smile and seemed like it might slip off his face at any moment. That might have been because in the last three days he had slept a total of five hours... which was more than usual. He didn't get a good night sleep until Saturday night... and that was only if he was lucky...Which more often than not he wasn't.

"And I still say, what's wrong with pink? Why can't I like any colour I like?" He asked with a slight frown. He gave a large yawn. "It's a man." He said softly. "He just wears a lot of make up. He's only three years older than I am." Clarence said slowly, as he opened an easy game of minesweeper. Just one of the small games... with only ten hidden bombs. He clicked away at random. He was terrible at the game. Three clicks in, he hit a bomb and had to start again. This time he got nine clicks in before a bomb exploded.

"If I had a voice, I would have gone into music." Clarence said off-handedly. "But then, I wouldn't have met all you experiments...." He sighed. "I like you guys, although you all like to poke fun at me."

[rebecca]

There was almost the feel of a shrug coming from the speakers. "The key word there would be If you had a voice. And yes, just face it with this factoid - we're all just so likable... Maybe if we were nicer, we'd be lovable..." She paused, and then turned off the sound filters. One can only take so much of speaking like some mysterious lunatic... She thought.

When another minesweeper game was restarted, she quickly placed a bomb underneath every square as a joke, but continued speaking. "Least you don't refer to me as 'H44' as some of the other dillweeds in this facility do..." She said with a small scoff. She opened up her own game of minesweeper, with a larger field though. She continued to speak as she played, not once hitting a mine.

"H44 sounds too much like just a way to identify someone or something. It's a product code, not a name." She said, pressing a few squares rapid-fire. "Perhaps if they gave us something along the lines of codenames, than maybe we'd be a bit more cooperative. I could see myself being known as 'Cyber' or something like that..." She paused for a moment, mentally re-evaluating her sentence.

"Ok, maybe not 'Cyber' but you get what I mean." She added quickly. As almost a favour, she then, one part of her still working her game, she erased the smilies she added to the word document. "There, I took out the smilies." She added with a chuckle, and finished her game.

[Dr. Hart]

"Now, that is a nice voice." He said when she spoke without a fliter on. "Much nicer." He muttered, cliking here and there and exploding nearly every other click. But he was bad at mine sweeper. "Well, you have real names, or names you've chosen for yourselves, why not use them? You're all real people. You have souls like any of us. There isn't such a great barrier as the scientist like to make it seem, you know?" He whispered, glancing over at the girl's body. "Yeah, we're all human... You guys just have a few cool mods."

Clarence closed his game with a quick click to the 'x' in the corner and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think you should give yourself a code name." He said softly with a chuckle. "Perhaps not Cyber though, that might give some scientists bad ideas." He said softly, laughing. "Luckily, I'm not one of the perverted ones." He laughed. "The names like H44 are codes, they're to keep track of Human Experiments, Lab Created experiments and Scientists who were fools and experimented on themselves." He said. "Hence H, L and S and then a number for how many of them there are. So as H44, your a Human Experiment, and forty-fourth to be experimented on....and lived."

He maximized his word document, now void of smilies. "Thank you very much." He said with a real smile. "And I do love you guys. You're like... family." He said, a touch of sadness decorating his voice like tinsle in a christmas tree. "Family I never had. I get to clean for you guys and cook...butI get to see you grow and change...sometimes for the better...more often than not for worse. I guess I don't like the scientists much... but when you guys fail...I feel your hurt... Which is why I'm nt reporting you for acessing Network 2."

[rebecca]

Rebecca nodded, though of course, it wasn't visible. "Family..." She said, pausing for a moment. She thought about the family that was torn away from her so quickly, almost shedding a tear at the thought. Of course, she couldn't shed tears given her current position, but she still felt like she could.

She sighed lightly. "I'm sure I can come up with something to be called other than H44... Though it's interesting now to know what it signifies... And I thank you for not reporting this intrusion..." She said with a grin. Since she had discovered her abilities, there hadn't been a single day where she hadn't at least tapped into the network, messing with some of the settings, though of course, never touching upon passwords... But it was fun to change the scientist's personal information, access journals and such, among other things.

"It's kinda funny you mention your cooking... I always wondered who made the breakfasts around here - had no idea it was you." She said with a grin, ad then added an afterthought. "You know, some french toast wouldn't hurt once in a while." She chuckled lightly afterwards. While she spoke, she pondered a bit about her abilities. I can enter physically as well... Wonder if that means I can access my... shall we say, 'data' within me... appearance mainly... Hmm...

[Dr. Hart]

Dr. Hart grinned. "I do make french toast. You're just not up early enough to have some." He said, chuckling to himself. "I make it around seven in the morning, by eight o'clock, it's all gone." He shrugged his shoulders. " I make it on saturday and wednesdays." He said slowly. He looked over to the comatose girl beside him and thought for a moment. Did it not make her nervous, leaving a body so unattended?

"Becca, does it not bother you that at any moment I could reach over and kill you?" He asked softly. He fiddled with a scapel in his pocket. He wasn't a cruel man, no, he was far from it. He would never hurt another person without a reason. But it did seem rather...easy?

"Or even worse, rape you?" He asked, as he said this he turned and stood gracefully. He moved around the girl's body. It was nice, but full of human flaw... which he guessed made it beatiful. He prefered completely lab created beings though. He watched her for a moment. Chest rising and falling in even breaths. He trailed his fingers over her cheek. "Do you feel it when I touch you?" He asked, curiosity oozing from his voice, it was however just curiosity. No perversion touched the tone.

"Would you feel it if I ran a razor across yout throat?"

[rebecca]

"I do make French toast. You're just not up early enough to have some."

Rebecca grinned. "I'll try and wake up earlier than... Haven't had any of that in ages..." She said with a grin, licking her lips slowly. Much as she could simply enter the computer physically and bring up a simulation of the meal, it would never compare to the taste, the succulent feel of the true meal itself. Mmmm... She thought.

"Becca, does it not bother you that at any moment I could reach over and kill you?" He had said, causing Rebecca to shudder. He wouldn't... She thought. "Or even worse, rape you?" He had continued. Her eyes widened. The urge to simply jump back into her body was strong, but for some reason, she stayed inside, feeling oddly protected. by the lines of code that trailed around her feet, or the windows she could raise to 'hide' her position.

But the physical...

She had never really thought about this. What would happen if she died in the real world with her body left behind? Would she die here? Would she merely float the internet for years? Perhaps find a new body to grab and try and take over their will, which she of course refused and repressed the idea, nearly vomiting at the thought.

She then felt a tingle across her cheek. her eyes turned towards it, watching and seeing trails of code tingle and rise, and reform. That... I 'felt' that... she thought shivering once more. Once again, she nearly jumped back into her body. Then she heard the clincher.

"Would you feel it if I ran a razor across your throat?"

At that, her concentration slipped, and she leaped right back at her body, faster than she ever had. Her eyes blinked once and her body tensed. She pushed out of her chair quickly, moving away. "You... you wouldn't."

[Dr. Hart]

Dr. Hart moved with her, making sure that the distance was never more than two feet. "I wouldn't?" He questioned, leaning forwards, bracing his hands on the arm rests of the chair. HE leaned down, close enough to kiss her. His golden eyes danced menacingly. He was in an odd mood today. "How would you know?" One more human...he was planning on killing them all! Not just the experiments, every single damn human on earth, what was one more. "You hardly even know me."

The doctor pushed away with a laugh. "I'm sorry I scared you, but you should always be on guard..." He said. "You're being created to work with the army, you should know better. You should leave your body somewhere a little safer, you know?" He questioned, his eyes glowing an odd gold in the cold lights of the lab. He looked like a china doll, so thin, so frail and skin the colour of snow.

He flicked out the scalpel he had in his pocket and played with it. "You shouldn't trust people so easily m'dear." He whispered, moving closer to her again. "It might get you in a load of trouble..." He swung the blade in her direction, mimicking cutting her throat. "It's not hard, after all it isn't open heart surgery." He laughed with a dark grin. "You should ask the scientists to work on a way to get you...all of you including your physical form in the computer."

"That way, a little incident with a razor couldn't happen." He played with the blade, running it gently over his fingers. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything, would we?"

[rebecca]

Rebecca smiled lightly at his last statement. True, she was still scared from the other things said, pondering about his sudden change from his normal behaviour. Normally he's a lot more laid back... but this... this is not normal... she thought, trying to solve this calmly. However, his last few statements caught her interest. Could she go completely into the computer? Of course she could! Why else did she wear the damned green choker around her neck.

She grinned a bit, false as it was, she tried to mean it. "Making sure my body is safe you say..." She said slowly, her grin becoming more profound. Shortly, her body then seemed to break apart into large green blocks of ones and zeros, and launched into the computer rather quickly.

After a moment, the speakers went off. "I found out I could do this ages ago... I don't wear that choker for style you know." she said with a grin that couldn't be seen.

OOC: Agh... short post...