System Administrator Clu

//Bed rest + reverse// (illness, he hides it from the public, but somehow Beck and/or Paige found out he had fallen ill, more detail/better explanation when I do it IC )

The delirious admin had collapsed in the middle of the road, some idiot actually jumping a lightcycle over the prone program, not even noticing who it was. The yell of “Imma jump over the dead guy!” had caught Beck’s attention, especially when he saw not voxels, but a program laying there. Upon closer inspection, he’d found none other than Clu, who was now trying to sit up, whipping his head around the apartment.

“Easy, Clu! It’s me. It’s Beck.” He reached over to steady Clu. “You’re at my apartment. You need to rest.”

The bigger program whipped around to face him. Laserlike blue eyes focused on him, softening as they did, as “Beck” began to register.

Fever? he thought, No. NO! That can’t be! Of all things, this was the worst. If Programs saw how weak he was, he’d be derezzed instantly, and so would Beck. Worse, if the Occupation found out he’d been in Argon snooping on them, they’d derezz him on sight! He had to be strong. He was the Admin, not a baby. Besides, his User had forced him to work through worse than this.

//Bed rest + reverse// (illness, he hides it from the public, but somehow Beck and/or Paige found out he had fallen ill, more detail/better explanation when I do it IC )

The delirious admin had collapsed in the middle of the road, some idiot actually jumping a lightcycle over the prone program, not even noticing who it was. The yell of “Imma jump over the dead guy!” had caught Beck’s attention, especially when he saw not voxels, but a program laying there. Upon closer inspection, he’d found none other than Clu, who was now trying to sit up, whipping his head around the apartment.

“Easy, Clu! It’s me. It’s Beck.” He reached over to steady Clu. “You’re at my apartment. You need to rest.”

The bigger program whipped around to face him. Laserlike blue eyes focused on him, softening as they did, as “Beck” began to register.

Fever? he thought, No. NO! That can’t be! Of all things, this was the worst. If Programs saw how weak he was, he’d be derezzed instantly, and so would Beck. Worse, if the Occupation found out he’d been in Argon snooping on them, they’d derezz him on sight! He had to be strong. He was the Admin, not a baby. Besides, his User had forced him to work through worse than this.

//Bed rest + reverse// (illness, he hides it from the public, but somehow Beck and/or Paige found out he had fallen ill, more detail/better explanation when I do it IC )

The delirious admin had collapsed in the middle of the road, some idiot actually jumping a lightcycle over the prone program, not even noticing who it was. The yell of “Imma jump over the dead guy!” had caught Beck’s attention, especially when he saw not voxels, but a program laying there. Upon closer inspection, he’d found none other than Clu, who was now trying to sit up, whipping his head around the apartment.

“Easy, Clu! It’s me. It’s Beck.” He reached over to steady Clu. “You’re at my apartment. You need to rest.”

The bigger program whipped around to face him. Laserlike blue eyes focused on him, softening as they did, as “Beck” began to register.

//Bed rest + reverse// (illness, he hides it from the public, but somehow Beck and/or Paige found out he had fallen ill, more detail/better explanation when I do it IC )

The delirious admin had collapsed in the middle of the road, some idiot actually jumping a lightcycle over the prone program, not even noticing who it was. The yell of “Imma jump over the dead guy!” had caught Beck’s attention, especially when he saw not voxels, but a program laying there. Upon closer inspection, he’d found none other than Clu, who was now trying to sit up, whipping his head around the apartment.

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