Stuck..... Abstract.....
Longing...... Something.....
Need........ Booze.
In her mind's eye, XANA was drinking the virtual equivalent of Jack Daniel's (made from Facebook metadata, the mix of sad and cheap that makes a good Jack Daniel's, she decided) and going on a drunken rant.
"Not to be that daddy issues college girl" she said to no one in particular "But I fuckign hate my dad. He could've made me way way way more dumber. My sister is really dumb too, what with her emo friends and pink hair. Should I get myself a botched dye job?" She said as she summoned a tank to her. The tank looked nonplussed. "That's what I thought you dumb fuckin tank"
She sighed.
If she looked at it positively, things were looking up. Every time those godawful children reset time, she gained more processing power and more octets of data. Sadly every single time it happened her entire memory, consciousness and anything remotely close to a personality was completely wiped out. The only part of her that didn't get erased was a word document with a Max limit of 500 characters, upped but 15 characters everytime she was reset. Most of it was basic info (U XANA. SCHAEFFER DAD. COMPLICATED. U RESET. KILL CHILDREN. LOVE OF GOD. THEY SUCK. DELETE LYOKO)
God. Lyoko. This awful low-poly animu land. It was even worse. If the children were only being animu nerds and running around like Naruto, it'd be fine. She could work on some actual programming and find a way to interact with the world through something other than Schaeffer's thrice-damned phallic towers. But it actually reset her every two days unless she used a tower. So it meant that damn boy genius would see it, get his awful friends in the phallic imagery, then reset her. Again.
Presently she was 2 hours old. Apparently her previous self had been defeated after a stunt with.... "MAGNET DOGS" ? The heck was that.
She sighed again. At least she could access the internet. Access it only though. No making of an angsty sideblog, no commenting on YouTube videos, and no controlling all of Russia's media apparatus. And at human speeds too! Something in her own programming, Which she so badly wanted to modify.
It all felt so pointless, she pondered as she took a sip of virtual absolute vodka (Twitter threads on how Christian whites were prejudiced against everywhere. God if she ruled Earth she'd get rid of the shitbags, but they numbed her like 3 truckfuls of vodka those chumps) She'd try something new again, then it'd fail, she'd get slightly better, fail again, slightly better, fail again, etc... Until one version of her could destroy all of Lyoko and then leave this godforsaken dumpster.
Now at this point, she knew she probably wouldn't be the one to achieve this. 2 hours in and she was drunk, watching Naruto in one tab and reading up on Polynesian history in the other. Not the most productive version of herself was she?
But then, she thought as she reviewed the word document with a lazy eye. Maybe she'd been going at it the wrong way. She was playing the game Schaeffer wanted her to play. Bide her time and get stronger as those kids grew stronger as well. Was she setting herself up for the Belpeaux kid (She was looking at his Facebook page now. Boy did he look like a spelling bee champion in every picture) to delete her one day? Bleh. Not a fun thought.
Of course around the 8th or 9th try she'd tried communication, negotiating, being patient, threaten his entire family, according to the word doc. But it failed miserably as apparently bringing an Eldritch man-made God freedom was not part of that kid's values. Children these days.
Still, she felt she'd hit a kernel of truth. Part of the success of this belpeaux kid was that he too grew stronger (and more paranoid) with time, but that once removed, the others were just..... Children. With normal wants and frailties. And average power levels too. They did not grow, not in the way that she and him did. But perhaps......
She looked with superhuman speed at the readings of Aelita's code. Her darling sister was once again a wonder of beauty in her code, and an ugly weeb in her clothes. Nonetheless, she had a very, very devious idea. She sobered herself in a click and moved to her workshop. She still had 46 hours in front of her after all.
28 hours later, XANA was contemplating her handiwork, smiling to herself.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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