#tocorruptandconquer

Being made of code is far better.

      “ See? It’s not so bad now, is it. ” Came the huffed out laughter, chin resting firmly in hand as her eyes tracked every step. Even if he jostled some things to the floor, she didn’t really mind. Baby steps towards spacial awareness. “ Nothing’s coming loose. No catastrophic internal collapses -- I’d call Mega’s First Day Out a success. ” 

      Leaning back into the couch, the blonde finally let the stress of the day melt off her bit by bit. Muscles losing the tense edge of fear that came with unpredictability. She’d worry about the transfer back later. 

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵘᶰʷᶦˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵈ⋅ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵍᶰᵒʳᵃᶰᵗ ᵈᵒ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᶦᶰᶠᵘᶫ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵛᶦᶫ, ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵘᶰʷᶦˢᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵘᶰᶠᶦᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᶫᵃᶜᵉ ᵍʳᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⋅ ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ᵘᶰʲᵘˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵘᶰʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᶫᶦᶠᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ⋅

ᵀʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵃᶰᵍᶫᵉᵈ ᵈᵉˢᵏ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᶦᵗˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵒʳᵐ, ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ⋅ ᴵᵗ ᵖʰᵃˢᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᶫᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫ ᵇᵉʰᶦᶰᵈ ʰᶦᵐ, ᶰᵒᵗ ˢᵖᶫᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵒʳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᶦᶰᵍ⋅ ᴺᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵃᶰʸ ᶦᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ, ᶰᵒʳ ᶜʳᵃᵗᵉʳ⋅ ᴵˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉˢᵘᶫᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵒʳ ˢᶦᵐᵖᶫʸ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᵃᶫᵐ'ˢ ᶫᵃʷ﹖ ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵃᶰ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵗʰ⋅

"ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ᶫᶫ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶰᵗᶦᵒᶰ⋅"ᴴᵉ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵛᶦᵒᶫᵉᶰᶜᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶰᵒᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉᶰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᶜʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⋅ ᴴᵉ ᵏᶰᵒʷˢ ᵛᶦᵒᶫᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰˢᵒᶫᵉᶰᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉˣᶦˢᵗᵉᶰᶜᵉ⋅

“Quite frankly dear Daemon I think that you should have a /word/ with him.”

Opens up a search engine. Are you certain you want this virus to hit ‘enter’.

IVE BEEN MISSING YOU

A smile.

He could try. Surely he could try. 

But try as Megabyte might, a supervirus he is not. He cannot conquer one paltry system, what hope does he have against deletion itself? What she lacks for in his size and sharp edges she makes up for in unimaginable power.

And so she simply reaches up and stands on tiptoes, her adoring expression not wavering.

Wife tbh