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May. 5th, 2006 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydoujiWell for anyone who cares here's the Pastiche I wrote for class. Untitled Beowulf+cyberpunk
BeoVVlf began his dive into the data-stream, electrons and data bits swirling around him as he tracked the creator of the Grendel virus. This virus, which, had left dozens of his fellow cyber divers as twitching, babbling vegetables, their minds ripped apart and scattered within cyberspace had been bad enough. It had taken him months and hundreds of cyberdives to hack, decode and render the Grendel inert inert before finally erasing all traces of it. But now the creator of of that devastating program was herself attacking divers as vengeance. BeoVVlf had never heard of a coder being quite so attached to their creation, but anyone who would create a program like the Grendel virus could not be considered sane, nor be allowed to remain in the cyberworld.
So BeoVVlf dove, tracking the small corrupted data fragments Grendel's creator left behind, her fury making her sloppy and fail to cover her tracks. As he drew closer to the monster's lair, corrupted data flowing thickly around him, like an oil slick against his mind. He knew he had finally arrived when he saw the cyberscape fouled and littered with stray code forming spikes and caves. Entering the lair BeoVVlf found abortive attempts to recreate the Grendel virus from the final broken remains, and sensed it's creator close by. Slowly the creator emerged, a a twisted figure of created code and human thought. She must have been one of the first cyberdivers, those pioneers who broke the boundaries of the human mind and the electric world. They dove,without knowing the dangers and with insufficient protections, and found themselves driven mad by the constant stream of data. Their minds merging with programs they created and with random code even as their bodies died, becoming the demons and nightmares of cyberspace.
Now BeoVVlf understood her reaction to the destruction of the Grendel virus, it had been no mere program, but it had been the creatures attempt to breed and advance it's race. BeoVVlf knew that he could not settle for simply disabling her now, she had to be destroyed before she produced again and set worse demons loose. Activating the tools of his trade, the decompiler and personal firewall, smiling as they appeared, the electrons taking the form of sword and shield and he preferred.
BeoVVlf began his dive into the data-stream, electrons and data bits swirling around him as he tracked the creator of the Grendel virus. This virus, which, had left dozens of his fellow cyber divers as twitching, babbling vegetables, their minds ripped apart and scattered within cyberspace had been bad enough. It had taken him months and hundreds of cyberdives to hack, decode and render the Grendel inert inert before finally erasing all traces of it. But now the creator of of that devastating program was herself attacking divers as vengeance. BeoVVlf had never heard of a coder being quite so attached to their creation, but anyone who would create a program like the Grendel virus could not be considered sane, nor be allowed to remain in the cyberworld.
So BeoVVlf dove, tracking the small corrupted data fragments Grendel's creator left behind, her fury making her sloppy and fail to cover her tracks. As he drew closer to the monster's lair, corrupted data flowing thickly around him, like an oil slick against his mind. He knew he had finally arrived when he saw the cyberscape fouled and littered with stray code forming spikes and caves. Entering the lair BeoVVlf found abortive attempts to recreate the Grendel virus from the final broken remains, and sensed it's creator close by. Slowly the creator emerged, a a twisted figure of created code and human thought. She must have been one of the first cyberdivers, those pioneers who broke the boundaries of the human mind and the electric world. They dove,without knowing the dangers and with insufficient protections, and found themselves driven mad by the constant stream of data. Their minds merging with programs they created and with random code even as their bodies died, becoming the demons and nightmares of cyberspace.
Now BeoVVlf understood her reaction to the destruction of the Grendel virus, it had been no mere program, but it had been the creatures attempt to breed and advance it's race. BeoVVlf knew that he could not settle for simply disabling her now, she had to be destroyed before she produced again and set worse demons loose. Activating the tools of his trade, the decompiler and personal firewall, smiling as they appeared, the electrons taking the form of sword and shield and he preferred.
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Date: 2006-05-06 08:14 pm (UTC)