Thread: Rebooting (Survivor00 & Luna)

I AWAIT THE MASTER??S ORDERS? ??No, no, no?come on?? Drake muttered, flipping through the sopping wet manual, trying to not tear the soggy pages as they clumped together. He looked back at the dripping?girl?that knelt limply next to his desk, repeating the same line over and over. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, Whatever she was?she was like nothing he had ever seen before. Her skin was cool to the touch, like someone should be when they were dead, her eyes almost lifeless, but the droning words that came from her mouth?gave him chills. He didn??t know what she was, the man had?he shook his head still not sure he had seen what he saw. He had disintegrated ?that was the only way he could describe it. He had turned to dust . He didn??t know what to do, how do you even accept that? He was running on the last thing the man had begged of him, to save her. Save her from what, he didn??t know? He blinked when he read the instructions in the manual. Drake carefully knelt down beside her, scooping a hand up under her wet hair and moving it aside. Her flesh?it had soft grooves in it, like she had been machined, put together piece by piece. The logo that was almost tattooed into the flesh of her collarbone confirmed this theory. There was another one of those flesh ??panels?? there, but this one glowed softly. He pressed his hand against it, feeling it warm intensely, almost hot enough to burn him. He yelped and pulled his hand back, watching as the panel seemed to open up. He reached towards the opening, pulling back his fingers several times, expecting her to suddenly start shrieking. He took a hold of the ??skin??, at the base, and pulled down, trying not to feel squeamish as he practically pulled the skin from her spine. The line of intrinsic mechanical vertebra was astounding, but he quickly set about his work, finding the cords that were detailed in the manual and retrieving them. Quickly, he plugged them into his computer, accessing the data cores directly. His eyes widened at the scripts that flowed across his screen. These were firewalls and backup systems that hackers had wet dreams over. He wasn??t even sure he could bypass these. ?? I AWAIT THE MASTER??S ORDERS? ? ??I know ?? He said with a slight growl, cracking his knuckles and trying this once again. He??d need to bypass the shorts in her system to bring her memory back online. Unfortunately that meant practically overriding or finding a backdoor through every damn lockdown program that her circuitry had set up when she crashed, not an easy task when you didn??t even know the nature of the system you were hacking into. He struck to work with his keyboard, eyes scanning over the multitudes of data packets, trying to find the right ones to crack. He would access one, hit a firewall, try again and bypass a second, only to be hit by a third, and a forth. She had to be more secure than the Pentagon . It took him a while, at least an hour, before he finally managed to bypass the final system lock and access her internal systems. He let out a relieved sigh. Finally? He quickly looked back at the manual, typing a console command. REBOOT RUN SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC Taking one last glance over at the girl, he pressed his finger down on the keypad. EXECUTE.