Bleh. I dunno about this - it was written in about 30 mins, while under the influence of Cruise's "Therapy" and the songs "Golgotha" (Wumpscut); "Starsign" (Apoptygma Berzerk); "Ultra" (KMFDM); "Former Self" (Icon of Coil); and "Juke Joint Jezebel" (KMFDM).
I was originally going to use musical cues, but I was not into that. :) So, this is what came out.
I don't know if it makes sense, or if it's any good. :) Look at it this way: At least I got some writing done. :)
Edit: fixed the l337-speak "W"
The pale light from the display illuminates his face, some technomantic wizard, his digital spells flashing darkly behind his eyes... The screen flickers and displays a prompt -
Instantly, he jumps into action. Sure fingers dance over the glowing keys, a brief spatter of binary mana flits across the wires, and he waits... One.... Two...
The throughput suddenly jumps, and the screen changes. Green text scrolls rapidly across a black background -
Commands flash across the wires, countermanding, overriding, redirecting, attacking, defending. Energy flashes, programs form and dissipate as quickly as they began, and as soon as it was begun, it was over.
Angrily, he pounds his keyboard. Rage flashes across his face as data streams from his drive. How had he lost? What di- a thought occurs, and he turns to a smaller terminal beside the larger display. Flipping a switch, a slow smile grows as arcane sequences assemble themselves in order before him. Quickly he types, his voodoo growing from binary herbs built alone in the depths of his mind. Done. Compile. Split - he accesses a new program, feeds it new data - and the outgoing stream is there. His enemy is overconfident. His smile grows, and he flings his spell into the stream of pulses.
His shoulders relax, and he leans back... A notice pops up on his display, and with a flourish he pushes a key - click - and folds his arms behind his head.
- - -
10,000 miles away, the stream terminates. There is a flicker, and the white texts cease their onward rush. The confident smile vanishes, and fingers dash to the keyboard. A display of threads appears, scanning the list, he selects one, and - nothing happens. Frantically, he pounds random keys; hardware overrides doing nothing - and he grips the sides of the keyboard as critical error messages fill the screen.
[CRITICAL FAILURE - DEV COMLINK]
[CRITICAL FAILURE - DEV HIDCONTROL]
[ERROR - DATA NOT ALIGN]
The messages scroll off the top of the screen, and he stares in dismay. What was going on?
The screen blinked, cleared, and after a brief pause began listing boot info. He continues to stare in confusion, and the screen clears again, displaying and freezing on one message:
[BROUGHT TO YOU BY]
[Fu77B0R3 - //37c0m3 +0 t3h FU+UR3]
(July 26th, 2002, 9:31 am)
Sweetness....one of my "alternate" nicknames used to Electromancer...a "digital wizard". I've always loved the concept of coding/hacking as casting technological spells, so this definately appeals.
And of course, I have to like if my work was involved :P
(August 27th, 2002, 2:30 am)
Though it almost reminds me a little of The Heritic (goto www.happyhacker and dig around for The Heritic. VERY awesome though long, 500-700+ pages can't remember right now)
(September 5th, 2002, 10:53 pm)
I really do. The thrilling spellcasting action you mix in here is great, and the screen termination pov is a nice touch. The observational pov is interesting, but I almost want to see from inside his head. Then again, it may be a jumble of magic incomprehensive.
(March 24th, 2003, 11:45 pm)
It all rocks!
(March 28th, 2003, 11:27 pm)
Feels like late night troubleshooting a prog. lab. The sweetness of victory captured quite well! /337 ind33d.
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