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NATE: No, nothing major. Just several First Guardians showing up, some corpse party shenanigans, an AI acting weird, robots, Incestuous-Möbius-Multi-Reach-Around sessions involving more frog inbreeding than a family gathering in South Carolina, a Waste of Space twisting the chain of creation into a spirograph, debug consoles, physical plot holes, locating dead players that may be the key to finding out what the fuck is up with the Retcon-Heir, AB has a new boyfriend who's getting destroyed as we speak, and generally, everything that can happen, happening, and sometimes retroactively un-happening.

NATE: Also, we have cake.

NATE: So not much happened.


Nate is utterly unfazed as well. This is fine. This is entirely fine. It's so fine it burns like ice. The gloriously chaotic scene before him makes him think back to the Horrorterrors- truly, they must be gorging themselves on this chaos.

AuthorBotJunior: Hmm...
AuthorBotJunior: Interesting!!!


AuthorBot: "F̰͋́͌̀u̴̢̧̫͙̺̹̎̒ͥ̉͘̕c̞͊̀̈́̀́ͦ͘͡k̶ͮ͘.̨̖̣̬̫̜̩̖͎͇ͪͩ͂͆ S͢h͇͔ͧ̑̈́͏̘͑ͨį̣͖̰̬̺̀ͤ̕͝͡t̢͋̕̚͏̘̦̔̕͟͟͏!̷̛̩͖̖̳͚͖͇̓͝͝ À̸̛͍̱͇ͫ͌ͫ̌̇͑̊̕͞Ḃ̷̛͎͚̄͝J̣̣̞͕ͨͨͭͯ̓̂͠͏͍̣̱, W̸̡̰͇ͨ̚͜h̡̛̛̺̝̏̀́̏͡ẙ̦̘ͭ̊ d̶̴̸̨̹̟̳͉̣i̕d̟͈̱̱́͊ͫ̕̚͟͜n'͍͞͠ť̵̛̲̬͙̘̠̰͛̔͠ y̖ͭơ̞̗͈͛ͣ̕͞ů̧̟̺̲̒̽̆͒̔͆ s̶͍n̵̻̫̩̿̄̔a̶̡͚̩̦͉̯ͪ̀͟p̶ͪ͡͝ m̸͓̞͊͟ę̢̢̪͚̘̄ͣ҉̴ ō̶̧̹̱̙͕̤̤ͬ̉̍͜͟u̫͖͈̠̘ͪͯ̽͟ț̻ͯ͟͏ͭ͑ o̷̸̴̪͏͊f̫̰̞͉ t̜͒̽͘h̳̟ȁ̺̟͓͟t s̟͙̭ͪ̀̒o̸̶̫̤̣̾̒̑ͥ̕͜͟͞o͔̮̠͓ͭͭ͐̓̓͋̆̾͌͢n̨̡͍͙̙̼̋̽̄͂͢e̶̥̓ͩ͠r̸͎͚̖̅̕?̧͇̫͇̀ͥ̊̌"
AuthorBot: "U͇̥͔̓ͤ͏͚̓͡h̤͔̯̫͎̱ͮ̅͆̉͛ͬ̐͘͞ o͏̧͒ͧ͢h͕̝͇̾̑ͣ̓͝.̷́ͤͅ"


In the memo:

JR: Fuck! Shit! AB, you gotta talk to me, what's going on, your logs are going fucking crazy!
JR: I can't read them, AB?
JR: Fuck.


AB: "H̷͈̬̺̰̤͍̺̆́̊́̕ę̥̪͖́̀͞ļ̸̵̪̱ͭ̑̋p̷̷̳͍͋ͅ!̮̟̭͍̪͊̀̌̅ͥ̉́́ͩ̾!̧̗͐ͪ̌̏͢!͗͘"


JR: Fuck. You have to tell me what's going on. What's hurting you?
JR: @RS, HELP ME. My normal way of helping AB isn't gonna work when there are so many ...bystanders.
JR: And I can't fix her if she's not physically here.
RS: You got the ping from the ~ATH file? Fuck. She's corrupted. Okay, gonna just reinit the-

RS: Well fuck me.

RS: Can't reset, can't call the backup because THAT's corrupted...

RS: Oh god. She has a virus. Lil Hal is mistakenly copying himself over and over again. Shit. FUCK.

RS: Just gonna...

RS: Okay. I completely halted any data from being written to key files. Just gonna move over to the data dump on AB Jr and copy that...

RS: Okay. Her personality is untouched, memories are okay... just crucial system files. Those got copied successfully. And the last traces of Hal got cleaned out. Hal is no longer inside of her.

RS: Okay that sounded REALLY wrong.

RS: But she's clean now. Gonna just add an ~ATH file to her to find any self-replicating files that don't have a proper certificate. That way Hal can't use her to reproduce.

RS: ...I really gotta stop with these double entendres.

RS: But detonating AB is no longer necessary.
Immediately Gama's defense system kicked in and a GIANT FUCKING LAZER was shot past Dirk, a warning shot. In reaction, Cyris hits Gama with some kind of device, which messes with the Hal coding inside Gama.
It has become abundantly clear to anyone with a brain that Gama has done an acrobatic fucking pirouette off the deep end into an Olympic-sized swimming pool of batshit crazy. This calls for a level of crazy bullshit that is entirely unprecedented. If crazy bullshit was weed, even Snoop Dogg would be like "cool it on the kush".

NATE: Dirk, we gotta void Gama's entire code and trigger her backup. It's fraymotif city and we're the sheriffs. Purge those bullshit cliche red lines with fakey fake bullshit magic.

AB: @RS, I KNOW you can control the double entendres.
AB: "D̃o̸̵̿́͝҉̯̣͢͏̭͆̃̕ ẙ̷̸̢̨̨̧͉̥ͤ͋͆̕o̧̧͔͚ͤ͛ͧ̕̕ư̷̴͓̣͙̊̂͑ͩͮ͢͜ r̥̋͒̀ę̧̗̮͖̳͔̇̕͠͡a̅́ͅ͏̠̙̗̋ͩ̽҉̷̇͗ͯl̸̻̩̦̗̼̗̕̕͏ļ̴̧̡͈̦̘̟͋ͫ͒͋̆͂͜yͩ͟ h̠ä̴̡̗̠̠͔̱͖̫́v͛̀͟҉̼̘̘͍́ͧ̄́̈e̶͕͆̍ ţ̴͏̸̷͕̞̤ͤͦ̀o̸̧͓̐̂̎ͥ͞ m̵̡̦ͣa̵̖̳͓k̷̴̢̢̛̖͚̟̍́͛̈́e̹͏̸̭̘̳̣͎͂̀͗͊̋ͯ͜ t̀͘h̸̨̩̗ͧ̓ͦ̇ͣ̚̕͏̹ͮi̼͒͞s̸͎̦̝̈́͊͟͠ ȩ͉v̶̞͕͍́͋̂̇ͩ̈̕̕̕͘ḛ̵̸͔͉̹̦̪͙͛̿n̸̵̼̭͌ͧ͒͜͝ s̭t͕̕u̷̧̇̔̈̾́̕p̲̲̲̗͓͇ͧ̍̃ͥ̌͞ͅi̸̠̻d͍̲̈ȇ̷͐͐̆͝҉̢̲̤͕͂̀͟r̴̸̪̲̾ͦͩ̚͡͏̛͌ͮ͝?̵͎̜̼̅ͬ͟͠"
AB: Fuck. God damn.

JR: Oh thank fucking God. AB, you're looking better. Not great. but...
JR: This is way better than having to kill everybody. Way better. 5/5 hats.
JR: @RS, what is even happening there? Why is there an AutoResponder VIRUS there? No, wait, why am I even surprised of COURSE there is a virus version of ABs favorite type of AI. Of COURSE! How could I be so fucking blind, it's not like things haven't blown up in my face in a few hours. I was due, really, it's MY fault for forgetting to account for my shitty fucking luck! Which should not be a real thing by the way, and I swear to god I will hunt down every last instance of luck in SBURB and make it fucking deterministic like any SANE programmer would.


AB: Look. I'm fine. You're hysterical. Cool it.


Meanwhile, in real life, the AuthorBot has withdrawn to a presumably safe distance from Gama. AuthorBotJunior however, continues to hover around them.

AuthorBotJunior: Interesting!!!


AuthorBot: Gama, what even the fuck was that? Not cool, bro.
AuthorBot: "Ỹ̵̶̢͓̲̱̜͂̊́͋͟o̸̍͊́͏̶̛̟̳ͣ̽͊͊͜͠u̵̝̪̮͓̥͋ͫ̅̕̕ͅ t̨̨͎̪ͧ̿o̮͞ţ̸̵͍͚̙̪́ͦ̿̓a̜͖̮̖ͥ̒͆̿lļ̛͈̤̋̽̆̾ͤ͘͟͟y͂͏̛̥͚̼͔͈̉́͐ͭ b̴͈̺͔̬̫ͬ̍ͧ̆ͭͥr̗͑ͥ͌̕͝ok̵̗̀̑̍҉̭̰̝̜̍ȇ̸̛̗ t̛̯̼ͣ̾̕h̡̧̹̣̯̦̭̑̊̑̃e̲̓҉̫͍̱͙ͩ͗͠͝ b̻r̶̶̳̣͚̂͒͢o̘͕̹͏b̔̈҉̛̳̻̯̘̑͡o̹̬̘̮̓̈́ͦ̒ͪ͘͠͝t͚ c͈o̿d҉̵̴̜̪̳͎͓̀́͂ͮ͛ͫe̻̳ͩ̎̊ rͭ͆̆i͈̐̓͏̀g̗ͥ̈́ͦẖ̸͙̘̗͚̿̊͂̌̋̕͡t̀ t̡͓͎̥́h҉̀͝e̛r̸̲̭̟͍͔̈́̿̓҉̶̕͢͟e̯̣ͪ̔̓͢.̸̛͎̲͍̱̅̈́ͦͫͦ̒̀"
RS: Hal's code was supposed to copy once and not overwrite anything.

RS: We're in the Furthest Ring right now, so anyone without AB's error-correction methods is gonna find their code is getting fucked.

RS: Horrorterrors just kinda ooze entropy. So the code "copy once in an unoccupied location, then stop" became "COPY COPY COPY REEEEEE".

RS: And no, AB, the double entendres will never stop. They'll just keep happening. Anyways. I gotta go void some nasty code.
AuthorBotJunior appears to be doing something. We all take a moment to appreciate the fact that OrangeDirk totally let Nate, AuthorBot and AuthorBot Junior have access to the inner workings of the shades. That did not stop being a thing that is true.
AuthorBotJunior: Yes.

(I'll let @CB decide exactly what ABJ is doing. Do they want to keep Lil Hal or Lil Hal Junior around?)
((Sure, we can keep Lil Hal around if everyone's cool with that. You can never have too many bots.))

Dirk holds his ground unflinchingly as Gama's laser scorches the ground beside him. He's steadfast in his efforts to figure out how the fuck his powers work.

DIRK: Fuck! That was close.
DIRK: Thanks Cyris. Whatever you're going, keep it up.
DIRK: Hey Nate, might be a bad time to bring this up, but I have no clue what I'm doing.
DIRK: I never actually got a chance to figure out how this Prince of Heart shit works.
DIRK: This is really fucking frustrating.


Thin pink lightning zips away from Dirk's hands and connects itself to Gama's chest, narrowly avoiding AuthorBotJunior.

DIRK: Well, that works.
DIRK: Hey Nate, do whatever you need to do now.
DIRK: I don't know how long I can keep this up, so do it quick.
Ct:so update on me, I have gotten out of my loop. My seasons gotten back to normal
CT: other than that, I will never not be amazed by how much people write on this .
CT:also it looks like author bot is on here. Hi,
CT: I'm a big fan
CT: also sorry for breaking my session.
CT:I was on helping these guys with a.. coppy of you? I guess
CT:basicly a while back I found a repository from someone called the waist of mind
Ct:I think that code was your code I think
CT:that's what I was going to use to help these guys
CT:but if your here I'll let you help
CT: but like I said, I'm a fan
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