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Mainframe.
My format, Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my newfound friends, their hopes and dreams.
To defend them from their enemies.
They say the user lives outside the net and inputs games for pleasure.
No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out.
Reboot!
I know it is.
I can't believe it. I had that laser scope here a nan ago.
Is this what you're looking for?
Thanks.
Mind giving it a crank?
No problem.
Sounds to me like a ride initiator.
No, just a distended... Turbolock! All it needs is a little...
You
know, you really
should have this looked at by a professional.
I'm a guardian. Mend and defend, remember?
It's tradition.
Glitch.
Multitool.
What is it? There's something wrong.
Something here.
I can feel it.
I see the code master.
There is no one in mainframe with that name.
Talon, the dispatcher. Hi, Talon. Come now.
I am no fool or sprite.
Talon is here.
Attention. Initiate pull.
This way, boy.
I know just the place to find some cool parts for my air cart.
So, what do you process, Frisket?
What sign, right?
Come on.
Brass City!
Look at this stuff, will ya?
Must be Old Man Pearson's private stash.
Awesome! Check it out!
Who'd ever want to scrap, uh, whatever this is?
Total, yay, total.
Hey, Frisket, where are you going?
What have you got, boy?
Cool, fine, Frisket. This'll make a wreck. Dad, stabilize it for my air
That it won't, boy.
Get away from there, you mangy mutt.
Trespassing and theft are serious crimes, lad.
But we were only looking for... Just look at this mess.
You could have broke something.
Or hurt yourself.
We'll clean it up.
Honest.
Attention.
Attention all citizens of Mainframe.
Listen well to my words.
Are you okay? You look like you've swallowed a virus.
Citizens of Mainframe, among you resides a code master by the
name of Talon. I see him.
work now.
And no harm will come to Mainframe.
Harm Mainframe? I don't think so.
Here's Bob.
Yeah, he'll know how to deal with this.
Okay, mister.
First things first.
Release my friend.
Now! Very well.
You are not Talon.
You are a guardian.
And you're a codemaster.
From the web?
No,
you are fortunate. I am from the net. But if you truly wish to guard your
friends, then you will bring Talon to me.
There is no Talon in mainframe. Hey!
I hate when this happens.
to deliver Talon, then I will find him myself, even if it means taking apart
Mainframe, sector by sector.
Bob, are you okay?
No.
And by the look of it, neither is Mainframe.
Everything that flies is in motion, Miss Matrix.
Not quite everything.
Dractic times call for drastic measures.
Miss Matrix, what a delightful intrusion. This is strictly business,
Oh, really?
Oh, do tell.
A partnership, perhaps?
Hardly. I need to rent some transport.
Now. I do apologize, but this is not a taxi service, especially under present
circumstances. But... Please, don't ask for any personal favors.
Codemasters and viruses have a rather, how shall I put this, unpleasant
Good luck.
You'll need it.
Well, I guess it's all up to Bob now.
Just as I thought.
Well, what is it?
Is it like a killer codemaster guarding and destroying energy -eating virus?
Something that'll keep replicating and replicating until it takes over Bob's
entire body? Huh? Huh? We are not quite so fortunate.
What?
Such a virus we could deal with.
What we have here is an ultra -high -density near -field time -lock
Great! Well, how can we get rid of it? I am afraid that is impossible.
It can only be removed by a Codemaster.
Only by a Codemaster?
Mega bummer! Without Glitch, we might as well kiss our Bitmaps goodbye.
Thanks a lot.
Sorry, Bob, but I've seen that Codemaster in action. He's offline city!
And the stranger will not rest until he finds what he has come for.
Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me everything?
Come with me.
You remain here, Enzo.
Hey, so what's the big secret?
Codemasters are inter -system eliminators of great skill and power.
Yeah, we studied them in Guardian programming, but I never encountered
the supercomputer.
They are one of the most vicious societies that run in the net, and even
web. They delete, destroy, and erase whomever and whatever they are paid to.
who is this talent?
And what is he doing in Mainframe?
Long before your arrival, he came to Mainframe seeking refuge.
You harbored a Codemaster?
He changed his identity and has since lived here in peace among us.
So who is he?
Oh, I cannot tell you, young Bob.
I have taken an oath of secrecy.
I've got to think of something.
Some way to disarm the stranger.
His weapon, the Gibson Coil Pike, is deadly.
It's a pike!
Of course! How basic can you get?
I warned you about trespassing. It's you.
You're a talent, Gary. And you're out of your little sprite processor.
Now get out of here before I... Before you what?
Zap me with your Gibson coil, Pike?
And what would you be knowing about Gibson coils?
That you've got one, just like the strangers. And you're going to use it
all of Mainframe is posted.
I cannot. I swore when I quit the guild and came here that I'd never... Delete
another living thing.
But you can do it. You've got to do it. You've got the pipe.
You know how to use it. Like they say, once a code master... Didn't you hear
My answer is...
Codemaster, you're just a cowardly old binome.
Now don't you start.
What is this?
catch, unfortunately.
At least you are a persistent guardian.
Can't blame a guy for trying, can you? No, but I am afraid I am going to have
delete you now.
Incoming game.
What is this?
Incoming game.
It's a power even greater than yours.
Never thought you'd ask. You mind?
We don't have much time. We've got to get inside the GameCube before it drops.
Then you will show me the power.
Oh, yeah. It's landing on an empty sector.
It'll be just you and me.
Then I'll show you the power.
Very well.
a stranger into the game.
By helping the user win, Bob will nullify the stranger.
Nullify the stranger?
But that means... Oh, Bob!
Wild West game. How fitting.
Where is this power?
You'll see.
First, do me the favor of removing this time lock.
My weapon does not function here.
Then that makes two of us.
Well, let's do what the game provides.
Reboot!
It's not going to stop, and we have to get on. Do you understand?
What is the objective of this game?
To beat the user to the next station.
Then just stay out of my way.
Gotta help the user?
Huh. It's the first time for everything.
Whoa!
Who's driving this thing?
I thought I told you to.
Look!
Look what you have done. We have lost.
Yeah, what a shame, huh?
What are the consequences?
Total nullification.
Times two.
All that's left now is to ride it out.
You know, I'm going to miss these games and my friends.
You will give your own life for that?
Yeah, you know, tradition.
Can't believe it, Enzo. Why did you enter the game? You don't know what I
trying to do.
Uh, Bob?
Bob?
Old Man Pearson is Codemaster Talent?
That's what I entered the game to tell you.
This is it, then.
Are you Codemaster Talon?
I am the one you seek.
I, Lens the Clear Unfolding, Lens the Reaper, High Lens of the
62nd Brotherhood, hereby do challenge you, Brother Talon.
To high fire.
Well, I deny you.
I quit the guild long before you were co -processed. You can tell the
guildmasters that I'm out of circulation.
No. Once codemaster, always codemaster.
No one leaves the guild. It is tradition.
It's a paradigm shift.
Alphanumeric! I can't let this happen.
Out of my way, Guardian!
You'll have to take me first!
Copy that.
And triple copy it.
You mean this old vinyl is so important that you would give up your very
codes for it?
Yeah. Call it a mainframe tradition.
Throughout the entire net, I have never witnessed such a
blatant, contemptuous display of... Friendship?
Honor.
Let it be known from this day that Talon is no more.
I will tell the guild it is so.
I knew you'd do it! I can't believe you're - Put it th - What are you trying
do? Make an old man sick?
Go away!
Hey,
what's
up?
Simon, the Zappix show will be Sunday, 6 p .m. Can you let me in the building?
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