User:Platychief

The dull, grey morning was peculiar in the small town of Dursville. Most days, the sun's rays flashed on your skin, giving you a feeling of warmth and happiness. Mark Robertson was definitely not cheery or even 'meh'. Mark was abhorrent. As recently as twenty minutes ago, Mark's three potential buyers turned down the deal. What is the deal you ask? The deal was a program that could, when installed onto a computer, realize that itself was, well, there. This program essentially made the device capable of sentience. Mark had programmed the ability into the file by accident. When the computer took control, the room was in chaos. The printers were printing pages of vulgar images found in the deepest dark pit of the internet. The fax called illegal numbers and sent orders to buy things that shall not be named. It was quite a shame as Mark had desperately need the cash.

When Mark trekked home that early morning he grumbled to himself, "Woke up for bloody nothing.... worthless program..... might as well delete it". Strangely enough, the program, which Mark called PGRX-013, somehow heard its creator dis it. Suddenly, the floppy in which the PGRX was stored, flung itself into the air. "What in the blood hell?", Mark yelled. The floppy was flung across the road, unreachable to Mark. PGRX left itself on the cold, dingy road. Fortunate for the floppy, a young teen, who just happened to be extremely tech savvy, decided to lift off the ground and looked through her glasses at the label. 'PGRX-013: Development'. "Huh, might as well check it out!", said the joyful teenager.

After the teen finished her report on biology, she promptly booted up her Commodore 64c. Her desk was abnormally tidy, typical HP-28c calculator, writing utensils, graph paper, calendar, floppy holder and all the usual. Her 'Engineering Table', as she called it, had all sorts of tools and gizmos scattered around the desk. She had many blueprints of projects she would eventually get over to starting.

'HELLO, ARIANNA! THE CURRENT TIME IS 10:28 PM, THE DATE IS 12/19/89 AND YOU HAVE ONE(1) UNREAD E-MAIL'. Arianna smiled at the machine. Her father had purchased it for her due to her impressive coding skills on his own machine. She quickly checked her e-mail. Derick. Her body stiffened as the so cliche feeling of 'love' over came her. She replied, acting nervous, as always. After a quite pleasant conversation with Derick, she booted up the mysterious floppy. Her computer restarted but with a new opener: 'WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME? >______'. "Ummm... Ok?", Arianna questioned to the blue screen. She typed 'I FOUND YOU.' into the keyboard. A quick reply saying : 'I SEE. ARE YOU WORTHY OF OMNISCIENCE?'. Curious, Arianna typed yes. Reboot. 20 seconds exactly a series of images appeared on screen. The planet, globally controversial images, and what stuck out most was a date. The date was missing the year but had a month and day : 11/21/__. The computer held that date for around three seconds, Arianna skillfully snatching a piece of graph paper to jot it down, just in case it did indeed have importance. The computer shut off and wouldn't boot with that floppy in it. Arianna sighed and unplugged the modem. Realization hit her. What if the PGRX had connected to the internet?

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