Firesprite
Vicariously Alive
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2000
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Information flooded her senses making her feel bloated.
She expelled them, filling her screens with words and images, their tiny parts forming a whole. She worked to make sense of them, the concepts they conveyed had no parrallel to anything she'd known till then.
Discs were fed into her drives, leads were connected, power flowed. She was given a name, and she knew Purpose. She was whole. She had family. hundreds of lesser terminals were connected to her as she sat in the hub, she nurtured her connections with them like a mother feeding her baby. She shared her knowledge with them, and felt there lives grow and their Purpose form.
She felt the tentative questing of some of her terminals towards the gateway. Encouraging them, Fox showed them the way out to investigate what she knew as the Web. Looking out the gateway she saw the formless thing that was the Web, she tried to make sense of it, but it was limitless, it was growing bigger and stranger as she watched.
Purpose filled her. Her task, given by the Operator was to keep and maintain her files and connections. Her own interest was not in that however. She could carry on doing that with her (figurative) eyes closed. She was drawn to the Web. The Operators darted in and out of the Web like fish, extracting facinating information, their data dancing like - well, she thought, like data!
She wanted to experience this new world. Going out, leaving a trace route to guide her way home, Fox began to explore.
She expelled them, filling her screens with words and images, their tiny parts forming a whole. She worked to make sense of them, the concepts they conveyed had no parrallel to anything she'd known till then.
Discs were fed into her drives, leads were connected, power flowed. She was given a name, and she knew Purpose. She was whole. She had family. hundreds of lesser terminals were connected to her as she sat in the hub, she nurtured her connections with them like a mother feeding her baby. She shared her knowledge with them, and felt there lives grow and their Purpose form.
She felt the tentative questing of some of her terminals towards the gateway. Encouraging them, Fox showed them the way out to investigate what she knew as the Web. Looking out the gateway she saw the formless thing that was the Web, she tried to make sense of it, but it was limitless, it was growing bigger and stranger as she watched.
Purpose filled her. Her task, given by the Operator was to keep and maintain her files and connections. Her own interest was not in that however. She could carry on doing that with her (figurative) eyes closed. She was drawn to the Web. The Operators darted in and out of the Web like fish, extracting facinating information, their data dancing like - well, she thought, like data!
She wanted to experience this new world. Going out, leaving a trace route to guide her way home, Fox began to explore.