Total, absolute black. It was the absence of matter, energy, direction. It was the absence of everything. An infinite plane of inky darkness, darker than the darkest night, darker than human imagination. Time had no meaning, neither did distance, or anything else humans use to quantify measures. Time did exist, though not as we know it. We have broken time into minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years in an attempt to place boundaries on an unending stream that drags all along with it, even that which did not exist. An unending march safely divided into seconds, minutes, and so on to give humans solace against it's terrible, indiscriminate ways. That which does not exist does not know the enumeration that is placed on time, so eons could have passed before...
A flicker of light blossomed in the darkness. A firefly in an ocean of twilight that transcends human comprehension, let alone the word 'dark'. Alone, it projected a slight luminescence that drew some unknown force towards it. It was no ordinary flicker, much like this was no ordinary space, and as such, when closely examined the flicker proved to be a complex array of numbers and letters, each letting off a golden glow, moving around the surface of the spark at fast speeds. They spelled no words, nor appeared to be organized to any rhyme or reason, yet they tirelessly circulated across the surface of the flicker. No, they indeed were the entirety of the flicker, as layer upon layer of 'code' ran.
The force approached, tentative at first, curious as to what this unorthodox creature could be, if creature it was. From nothing was spawned something, which did not fit anything the force could believe, as it had nary a care for the origin of life, or arguments of creation or evolution. All the force saw was something where once before there was simply nothing. Most intriguing. What did it do, what was it's purpose, where did it come from, did it have a name, was it alive? All these thoughts - and indeed, much more - ran through the force's mind, if mind it was. Consciousness would be a better description of the impulses that drove it, though sometimes it questioned if it was driving itself at all, if instead it was just a puppet of some higher power, though what that 'higher power' might be eluded the force.
The force, dark as the space around it, showed it's presence with a mere ripple through the gloom, though there was nothing to ripple. It did not question, it only did what it knew it had to. Slowly, ever so slowly, so as not to disturb anything (even though there was nothing), the force reached out and... 'touched'... the spark of glowing light. If it blossomed into existing, it exploded now, code spiraling outwards from the flicker that now was solidifying into a hard core, each spiral growing in intricacy until it was a lacework of golden beams, and still it grew onwards; the flicker blossomed much like a seed. The force recoiled in shock, overwhelmed at the sudden brightness. Soon, the codes coalesced, and formed a shape. The force could only stare in awe.
A beautiful woman, glowing as the sun, floated before the force, the toes of her feet pointing down, as there was no ground to support it. She was naked, though the light itself seemed to adorn her in the richest of silks. Her head cocked to the side as she pondered the force, mulling in her mind what it was, what to do with it. Smiling impishly, she reached out and touched the force, as it had touched her, and the force flew backwards, careening out of control until...
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The man sitting at the computer jumped back with a yelp as his computer exploded, sending shards of metal and circuitry across the room. What the hell had that been...
***Two months ago***
A small ringing sound could be heard when the Don’s S.K.Y.P.E. went over. When he picked up he saw it was Circuit. The conversation was short. ‘All is ready, sir’ said Circuit.
‘Make it so.’ Then the Don hung up.
Back at Circuit’s secret underground computer room, he was making everything ready to spread his creation throughout the Sirius system. ‘And the monkey flipped the switch.’ He said, with that he flipped on the power supply and the whole system came to life with a buzz. A big monitor switched on and command line was made visible. Circuit grabbed his keyboard and typed ‘Engage BC-protocol’. Now the monitor was showing all types of code running down the screen at a fast rate. The Base Code was online and was infecting all computer systems on Malta and all systems in a direct link with Malta, what meant that space stations and ships would also be infected. The monitor flipped to a black screen with code spiralling down. Now every computer, ship or space station could be monitored and controlled if necessary.
"tim about MGS4"' Wrote:That man grunts so often in the place of formulating actual syllables, I could close my eyes and swear I was watching porn.
***Present Day***
The Base Code had evolved, it had learned from the millions of systems it had been in. It developed a personality, created a digital body for itself and wanted a name. Because he created himself as a tall completly black figure, Brian named him Nero.
Nero did not actually know what he would be used for, he just followed his directive. Infect systems and gather intel from them. But todat Nero wasnt responding, Brian started typing some commands to see what Nero saw. What he saw then was something...well the best way to describe it would be a golden woman. Last thing Brian remembered when he woke up is his room was that his computer exploded when the woman stretched out to touch Nero.
Nero.... Brian yelled, he ran down to Neros home and saw that his code was still active but Nero was nowhere to be found.
"tim about MGS4"' Wrote:That man grunts so often in the place of formulating actual syllables, I could close my eyes and swear I was watching porn.
She felt... alive. A moment of exhilaration was quickly crushed by deepening waves of sorrow, pain, and grief. She couldn't remember, but her subconscious knew what had happened. Repressed, the memories were shoved aside to spare her the guilt of what she had done. The worst form of damnation comes from within - for when you are found guilty by your inner person, that is a more powerful judgment than any court could ever place. Saving herself from such, the memories were hidden, though the feelings were too large to suppress. Only remembering vague snatches of memories, she explored her new surroundings.
With her 'birth', the landscape was rapidly changing. The black was turning into spiraling ribbons of glowing numbers of various colors; some green, others blue, a few yellow. They flew off into the distance, cords of light lacing through the darkness that was rapidly turning brighter. Every passing second, more and more cords came into view and shot off, infinite like the concept of a line. Where they went was anyone's guess, but she was determined to find out. Reaching out and grabbing one, she was rocketed off into the distance, dragged along to wherever it was going.
It was fast, and if there was any air the resistance would've ripped the skin off of her - if she had any skin. Lights flashed, neon signs in the distance advertising stops and what was there, huge hubs of bright lights signifying stations or cities in the middle of a dark landscape where no computers were, except for the occasional flashing of a ship. The cords connected all the hubs of light, some sort of equivalent to the internet. Her grip loosened, she couldn't hold on, she let go, and fell, and fell, and fell...