Dot's
eyes went wide as she realized the scope of what he was saying,
"Bob,...Bob, no! We can't!....All these people..! There HAS to be another
way!"
"I
wish there were." He told her, "The game isn't programmed for the
User to be deleted, this is a mystery game, not a shoot-em-up. Either he fails
in his mission,.....or we do." and they both knew what that meant.
"As random as it sounds, sinking the ship is our only chance to
live."
Dot
still seemed shocked as she thought about the dangers involved. "This ship
is huge, there must be over a thousand people on board."
Bob
concentrated for a moment as he scanned "Two thousand, two hundred and
twenty-two, actually, not including us. And it gets worse," he hated to
say it, "there are only enough lifeboats for half of those people to
survive."
"What?"
she said as she stared at him for a moment, "This is random!"
She almost shouted, not at him, but at the predicament, trying to make sense of
it, "Why would the User create such a scenario? Even if they are game
sprites they're still self-aware, and if the User wins we Mainframers get
nullified. No matter what happens lives are going to be lost!"
"I
know." Bob told her as calmly as he could, he gently took her by the arms
to let her know that they were together in this situation, and that he would do
anything to keep her safe. "We don't program the games, Dot, we're
just forced into playing them. We're not being given a choice here." it
wasn't much comfort for them, though. "Hopefully, the game will end as
soon as the damage is done, when there's no hope of the User winning."
Dot
looked up at him, "Hopefully? You mean you're not sure?" she asked.
Bob
shrugged and shook his head, "There's no way for me to know until the time
comes. Until then all we can do is try."
"You're
right." Dot admitted after a moment, she sighed in frustration, "So,
how are we supposed to sink a giant ship like this anyway?
"On
one of the lower decks, there's a bomb that we have to find before the User
does." Bob explained, "Then, we have to attach it to the inner-hull
in one of the boiler rooms. The explosion will create a hole in the hull to let
the cold water in, causing all of the boilers to explode, taking half the
bottom deck with it."
"So
we have to be on the top deck when it goes off." Dot figured, "Can
you locate the bomb?"
"Already
have." Bob replied.
"And
the User?" she asked.
Bob
thought for another moment, then he looked up at Dot in surprise, "The
User's heading straight for this room!"
"What?
How did he find us?"
"I-I
don't know."
"Well,--
what do we do?"
"Um......Hide!"
The
two of them looked around the room frantically until Bob said, "Under the
bed Dot, quick!" He helped her squeeze underneath until she was safe. (Good
thing she's wearing that corset. he thought.) Then he headed for the
closet, but when he opened the doors he found it almost packed to capacity with
gowns. He somehow managed to shove them to the side, jump in, and close the
doors just as the User walked into the room.
"Darling?"
the User's character said, "Are you here?"
"Darling"?
Bob thought, just a little confused. Obviously the User wasn't
looking for them, unless.....
Oh,-no.
he realized, not certain at first whether to start laughing or cursing, so he
sat quietly instead until the User left.
After
a moment, Bob poked his head out of the closet to make sure the proverbial
coast was clear. "Okay Dot, you can come out now."
Dot
crawled out from under the bed and brushed herself off, "What is he
doing?" she asked, as curious as he had been, "Who was he looking
for?"
"I
could tell you but you're not going to like it." he tried to warn her.
"Not
going to like what?" now she was really curious, "Bob, what
are you not telling me?"
Bob
got an awkward look on his face, "Well,-- you see,-- it's like this:
...yourgamecharacteristheUser'sfiancee."
There.
He said it. Now he fully expected her to gape at him with that
tell-me-this-is-a-joke look. And sure enough, her eyes and mouth all turned
into three perfect circles.
He
cocked his head to one side and grinned, "Anyone ever tell you, you're
awfully cute when you're speechless?" he asked her, not really expecting a
reply.
"I'm
engaged to the User?" she asked numbly to no one in particular.
"Congratulations."
Bob said. He still wasn't quite sure whether to have fun with this, or be
royally tiffed off. Not that he seriously thought she would try to run off with
anyone, he just hoped that winning the game didn't somehow depend on it. Either
way, there was something about it that just didn't sit well with him, but it
was probably nothing. "Well, we'll try to ignore it, in the meantime, we
have to get to that bomb soon because he's heading down to search for it
now."
"I'm
engaged to the User." she repeated, unable for the moment to get past it.
Bob
led the way through corridors and stairways to the lower decks using the ship's
cross-sections and maps that he visualized in his mind. (otherwise he would've
gotten hopelessly lost shortly after leaving Dot's room.) Dot herself was still
in denial over her present role in the game, "I don't believe it. This is
just beautiful."
"Not
exactly the kind of guy your parents had in mind, huh?" he asked with a
grin.
"No."
Dot answered. She knew with his sense of humor; he was enjoying this. "But
then again, neither are you."
"Ouch."
Okay, he thought, I stepped in that one. He decided it was safer
to try to cheer her up and make her laugh about it instead. "Good point.
But look at it this way, How many women in the Net can say they were marrying
the User?"
"How
many would want to?" she muttered.
"I
mean, come on! All I've ever done is save Mainframe about a hundred-or-so
times, survive the Web, and get my car running once or twice. This guy created
the Net! How am I supposed to compete with that?"
She
stopped and made a show of thinking about it for a moment before she answered
him, "You have a good personality?"
Bob
stopped in the corridor as well and turned to give her a look that just said
'Gee, thanks.' Dot couldn't help herself, she began giggling at him for a
moment, then went to him and put her arms around his neck. "Oh, Bob, he
can re-program me any way he wants, but you know he can never take me away from
you." she said as she pulled him down to her and started kissing him. Bob
closed his eyes, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and was once again lost
to her. He started wondering what was beyond these doors in the corridor,
because all he wanted was to scoop her up into his arms, and carry her into a
quiet, private room where he could....
No,
he thought, ignoring his desperate heart as they slowly pulled themselves away
from each other, we don't have the time. He gazed down at who he felt
was the most perfect woman in all the Net, "Guess I can't really blame him
for trying, now can I?" he almost whispered.
Dot
smiled again as she looked up at those eyes, "Come on, let's get this game
done and over with." she said, then she took his hand and led him down the
hallway once again,
They
rounded a corner into another corridor- and came face to face with the User.
They both froze in their tracks, as did 'he'. In fact, he seemed to be as
surprised as they were.
Damn!
Bob's mind shouted at himself, he'd been so caught up in his passion for Dot
the past few moments, that he forgot to keep track of the User's whereabouts.
He automatically stepped forward to place himself between the User and Dot.
"Let
her go!" The User's character demanded.
"Let
her go?" Dot repeated. "What does he think I am, a hostage?"
"That's
exactly what he thinks." Bob realized. And after considering it for a moment,
he said to Dot, "Go with him."
"What?"
she asked incredulously, "No!"
"Go
with him, Dot." He tried to convince her, "He won't hurt you, he's
trying to save you. It's me he's after."
She
couldn't believe what he was asking her to do. "What about the explosive,
the sabotage?"
"I
can do it alone, as long as I know you're safe."
"But,
Bob..."
"Dot,
please!"
Dot
paused to think for a moment, she had never seen Bob so adamant. But the only
reply she could think of kept repeating in her head: I can't!
The
User then held out a hand to her as he said, "Come with me, my darling. I
won't let him keep you as his prisoner!"
She
could hear something in the User's voice that sounded suspiciously like
arrogance. And suddenly, all confusion disappeared as she snarled back "I
would rather be his prisoner than your wife!" As if THAT could ever
happen! she laughed in her mind, as she grabbed Bob's hand again and, to
his complete surprise, pulled him down the hallways away from the User.
They
ran together through the passageways for a short while, but it wasn't long
before he stopped and pulled her into a corridor to the side,
"What do you think you're doing?!" he asked her.
"I'm
not going! Trust me, Bob, there's nothing you could say that could ever
convince me that I'm better off with him than with you. Besides, I'd rather go
down fighting with you than just sit here and see what happens."
He
could see the strength and conviction in her eyes and ironically, it made him
weak. He smiled and shook his head, he knew it would be useless to try and
argue with her now. "Why can't you just once save yourself and let me
do the dirty work?"
"And
leave all this fun to you?" she asked as she took his face in her hands,
"I don't think so." she added in a silken monotone and a look on her
own face that left him breathless. He was about to grasp her by the waist and
lift her up to kiss her, when he looked up, interrupted by a sense.
"The
User is after us." he stated, "Come on!"
Now
it was his turn to take her by the hand to run through the corridors, stopping
every so often for him to figure where they were so they could take a turn down
another. And every time they did, Dot could hear the footsteps coming up from
behind them. They ran as fast as they could while dodging other passengers
until they came to a vacant elevator. Bob worked at getting the gates closed,
while Dot pushed the lever down. The elevator began just as the User reached
them, but all he could do was watch as they descended. So, Dot decided to give
him something to look at, she stood proudly with a wicked grin and flipped the
User off with her middle finger. Bob burst into laughter so hard he had to
steady himself against the elevator wall to keep from collapsing onto the
floor. He was still trying to get a hold of himself when they finally reached
the level they wanted.
Dot
opened the gates and took a look around. She couldn't see much of anything,
other than a corridor that looked a lot like all the others, but she could hear
music and a something that sounded like a riot.
"What
is that noise?" she wondered aloud.
"I
don't know." Bob chuckled as he once again took her by the hand, "But
we're going to find out!."
Dot
didn't even have time to protest as he trotted down a stairway, at the bottom
the decibel level seemed to shoot through the roof! All she could see were game
sprites packed nearly shoulder to shoulder in a rather small room, they were
shouting, dancing, arm wrestling, drinking, laughing, and User-knows-what-else
in the shadows.
Dot
gaped at the sight, "Now this is a party!!!" she found herself trying
to shout to Bob over all the noise.
"Are
you kidding?! This is nothing!! You should've seen my academy days!!!" he
laughed and shouted back to her. "This is perfect, he'll never find us in
here!! We can lose him in the crowd!!"
We
could lose each other in this crowd too!! Dot had to
struggle even to think to herself. But he had a firm grasp of her hand as he
forced his way through.
It
was extremely slow going, but they had gotten about halfway to the other side
where there was another door, when out of nowhere, a large male game sprite
swiped Dot off her feet and over his shoulder. She screamed with surprise and
simply hung there with a dumbfounded expression as he chortled and headed back
towards where she and Bob had just come from. Bob watched for a moment with
pretty much the same look on his face, then he seemed to shake it off and
started shoving game sprites out of his way to get to them. I am not letting
ANYONE handle Dot like that! his honor demanded of him, Not the User,
not a virus, and certainly not YOU!
Dot
tried to kick and squirm out of his grip, but she couldn't move. She did,
however, get a good view of the floor as she lay on her stomach, slung over his
shoulder like luggage. Who in the Net does this thug think he is!?! As
he muscled his way through the crowd, they passed another game sprite downing a
drink in a thick heavy-looking glass mug. Before she even had time to think it,
her hand reacted, plucking the mug right out of the sprite's hand. And without
hesitating, she reached up and clocked her captor over the head with it.
The
giant stopped for a moment......then fell to his knees. Dot could feel his grip
on her loosen, and she scrambled away from him just as he fell to the floor on
his face. The surrounding game sprites stopped partying to turn and see who it
was that fell, then they simultaneously looked up at who had beaten him, they
saw an angry, high-class lady with a cracked mug in her hand.
All
at once, they abruptly started cheering.
It
was then that Bob parted his way through the crowd to where Dot was standing
(and trying to regain her composure).The first thing he noticed was that she
seemed to be all right, the second thing he noticed was the sprite knocked out
cold. He looked back up at her, and his face broke into a grin. Oh, I
should've known. he thought to himself.
"What
took you so long?" she casually asked him.
Bob
put his arm around her waist and continued towards their destination. "I'd
better get you out of here before you cause any more trouble." he chuckled
They
didn't get too far, though, before they suddenly heard a gunshot ring out over
their heads. The music stopped, the laughter stopped, whole room went silent as
everyone looked up to where the shot came from.
The
User stood at the top of the stairway with both master-at-arms, and about seven
able-bodied seamen surrounding him, he and both of the officers had their
pistols drawn.
Dot
now whispered to Bob, "I thought you said this wasn't a shoot-em-up."
"Well,
um, actually, all I meant was that we couldn't kill him to win the game."
Bob whispered back, "Why? Did I forget to mention that he could
kill us?" he asked with a sheepish grin.
For
a moment, Dot wanted to bap him over the head, but it would've called attention
to them.
"Thank
you for your attention." The User began, "We are searching for a man
suspected of plotting the sabotage of this ship. He is also holding a hostage.
We have reason to believe that they are both amongst you, and we will be blocking
all of the exits until we have inspected everyone and searched this room, so we
expect all of you to cooperate for the sake of the hostage as well as for all
of your own lives." As he spoke, a few of the game sprites with him
started wading into the crowd searching for people's identification. Anyone
caught without any ID were being brought to the User. Others were tearing apart
the room looking for anyone who might be hiding. The rest of them guarded the
doors.
"How
do we get out of here?" Dot quietly asked Bob.
Bob
looked around the room at the Users men, trying to figure out just that. He
knew that he could simply teleport them both to safety, but he didn't really
want to use all of his energy just yet. He had been in situations like this
before; large, wild parties that were crashed by law enforcement (usually he
was among the law enforcement), but if they were lucky,...
It
was then that one of the partying sprites across the room started giving an
officer trouble, apparently he didn't have any ID and was refusing to be taken
anywhere. They kept arguing until the drunken partyer spun and slugged a
seaman, soon the entire room erupted into a full-scale brawl.
"That's
our cue!" Bob said and made a break for the door with Dot right behind
him. He pulled her through the forest of bodies with their heads down to keep
from being seen by the User. They kept going until he saw a commotion just
ahead, two, or three (or was it ten?) game sprites were trying to see whose
fist was harder. We don't have time for this! Bob thought, so he went
ahead and shoved one out of the way and punched another in the face, then
grabbed Dot's hand and hauled through the momentary clearing.
"Now
THIS is a party!" he called back to Dot.
They
had just about made it to the door when Bob suddenly stopped, he saw the User
merely standing in front of the door with an armed officer, as if waiting for
them. The User's eyes were locked on Bob's (was that possible?), and he was glaring
at them. Bob stared him down, unsure of what to do next, he had never seen a
User character with such consciousness before. It made him uneasy.
The
officer took a step toward them and ordered him to release the woman, or
something to that affect, Bob wasn't really paying attention, to the
master-at-arms, or the fighting behind them. That was, at least, until he saw
some movement coming from the game sprite, he had stepped forward to take Dot's
arm. Bob's reaction was instantaneous, he grabbed the officers arm instead, the
sprite reacted by drawing his pistol, and moving to aim it at Bob's chest. Bob
moved out of the way to where he knew he was shielding Dot.
"No!"
The User shouted, he grabbed the officer's arm, and jerked it upwards only
slightly throwing off his aim before the pistol fired.
Bob
heard a small scream amongst the shouts of the fight, he probably would've
ignored it if he hadn't recognized it, he looked up in horror....
He
had turned just in time to see Dot's head being spun around, her body twisting
with it, she did a horribly graceful pirouette on the dance floor.... then she
collapsed onto her back. Bob stood frozen, his mind not wanting to register
what he had just seen. He saw the blood begin to trickle from her temple, her
eyes remained open for a moment more, and he could see her lips move but he
couldn't hear her voice as she tried to call his name. Then her eyes fluttered
closed, her breath seemed to escape her and she was motionless.
Bob
trembled as he went to her, and fell to his knees at her side. He stared at her
and slowly started shaking his head, his mind wasn't thinking anything, but his
heart didn't want this to be happening. A small puddle of blood had already
collected under her head, and Bob looked up at the User. He could swear he saw
sadness in his eyes as well. Suddenly Bob exploded.
Anger
and anguish collided inside him as he roared loud enough to bring the fighting
to a screeching halt, and the room was silent once again. When he was finished
he stared back at the User with pure hatred, and he noticed that the character
had taken a step back almost as if in fear but he didn't care. Instead he
gently looked down at Dot, then he raised his hands.
He
shimmered with light as the energy collected into his hands and was released. A
portal appeared before him, and, still shaking, he lifted Dot up off the floor.
Everyone stared silently as he slowly stepped through the portal.