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I live in the game.

I search through systems, people, and cities to this place.

Mainframe. My home.

My format?

I have no format.

I am a renegade.

Lost on the net.

Leave me!

Andrea's log. Game date unknown.

We've entered a new system with the hope of finding Mainframe.

Once again, we're met with failure.

With each passing system, Matrix grows more despondent.

And I fear if we don't find Mainframe soon, he'll give up all hope of ever

finding home.

Andrea out.

Take this!

Pixel!

Power lock! Get in front!

Head them off!

We've got them covered!

Wait! Let's see who's sniper on.

Rob! Look out!

Bob?

Giga Girl, email, net maneuver, now!

Who's got them covered?

Try and escape?

I don't think so.

What are you doing, mister?

I could ask you the same question.

You're not one of them, are you?

No, we're not.

Well then, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Captain Robert Cursor, leader of the Hero Selective.

I'm Matrix.

Andrea and I used the last game to enter your system.

Then you're to blame.

No one is to play the games. The user must win.

Only then will the spectrals listen.

Why would she want to lose?

Don't you know the damage it'll cause?

Don't speak to me of things you know nothing about.

Power lock, please.

They are visitors new to our system. Treat them with respect.

Captain. I calculate that in 3 .6 nanoseconds, the spectrals will return

force. A logical assumption, Pixel.

As always.

Follow me to the hard drive and I'll explain everything.

Your system, does it have a guardian?

Guardian? I'm not familiar with the term.

Come, it's not safe here.

It's quite a place you got here.

You know, Matrix, your friend is right.

The Hero Selective is purposely damaging our system.

That doesn't seem very heroic.

No, it's not.

Yet it's the only way we can get the Spectrals to listen to our demands.

Why bother?

Looks to me like you've got the distinct advantage.

I'm sorry, but you're wrong.

They're the ones controlling us.

Traitors! You betrayed your race, and now you betray your function.

You are the traitors!

You betrayed us!

So be quiet, or I'll... Do nothing.

Andrea, you must understand.

Once we were like them. We were once Spectrals.

If this is true, why did you change?

Spectrals are unable to reboot.

When the games first came, there was no defense.

Then a way was found to convert spectrals into sprites.

We volunteered.

Our mission was to seek out new game cubes and new applications.

We boldly went where no spectral had gone before.

That was five cycles ago. Now we want to go back.

Liar! You were seduced by the flesh and rejected your spectral state.

The games have turned you into barbarians. You no longer belong in the

selective. But we've grown tired of the games and want to return.

No. Your format is to defend the system from games. Anything else is a waste of

resources and a threat to our existence.

Captain, the spectral raises several valid and logical points.

Logic? How can you talk about logic?

We're talking about our lives here.

Giga Girl's right.

There's no reasoning with them. We have to make them listen.

Unfortunately, old friend, I must side with the others.

Captain, might I suggest a wee drink for us all? I find a cool shake soothes hot

tempers. Good idea, booty.

Maybe I should call you Slim.

No!

The spectrals! They're gone!

But how?

There's no way they could have gotten out.

I let them out.

You what?

Stop right there.

She let them go!

To get to her, you gotta go through me.

Why, Andrea?

Why did you do it?

You've jeopardized everything we've worked for. No one deserves to be hunted

caged. Well, maybe we should cage you instead.

Don't bother. I'm leaving.

You're not going anywhere.

Try and stop me.

Where did he go?

She must have run out to meet her spectral friends.

We need more hostages.

Say we go on another hunt Agreed

What

about him

well matrix are you with us or against us I'm with you,

but I'm against the hunt.

That's fine.

You can wait here.

We'll be back shortly.

Believe it or not, I don't like the hunt any more than you do.

Let's go!

Okay,

you can come out now.

I thought they'd never leave.

And you call me impulsive.

Why'd you do it?

I wasn't ready to take sides.

But Bob said... Cursor. You meant to say, Cursor said.

And so, look, I admit there's a resemblance, but Cursor's not Bob.

Bob was lost in the web. Who knows how it could have changed him? Bob wouldn't

stop the Spectrals from protecting the system.

I thought you weren't taking sides.

I wasn't. Until now.

Then why don't you go to them? Maybe I will. I find this place stifling. Bye.

Bye.

I thought I might find you here.

Why have you come here, Sprite?

I want to help you.

Go back to your own kind, Fleshling.

They're not my kind. They're yours.

Sit down there. A new tear has opened.

See. See the damage your friends have caused.

I've helped you once.

Let me help again.

Fine. Come with me.

But hurry.

I'd say that the hunt didn't go exactly as planned.

Probably just as well.

We've got bigger problems.

There appears to be another tear.

One that could possibly crash the entire system.

Oh, that should solve all your problems.

I'm glad you think this is funny.

But if this place goes down, you go with it. And that includes your little

witch.

Your problems end now.

Stop it! Stop it!

We mustn't fight amongst ourselves.

Why don't you just mend the tear?

Not in this form.

Then in which one?

Guardian?

No.

Spectral.

What have you done?

Why have you brought her here?

You've doomed us all.

She's here to help.

She saved our lives back at the hero's den.

You flesh -loving fools, can't you see? It was a trick to gain your confidence

and entry to the principal office.

It was no trick. Now pipe down. I've got to get the system error isolated.

There. I routed a path around the bad sector.

Can you effect repairs?

On this tear and all other tears, it is our function.

Tears! They're opening all over the system!

See? See? It's her fault!

She's going to destroy us all!

These system errors, when did you say they began?

I didn't, but they began right after our first game.

Just as I suspected.

Do you know where this place is?

Yes. Do you want me to take you there?

Make it so.

Matrix, why do you keep calling me Guardian?

You remind me of someone I knew and trusted.

Someone I lost.

Well, I may not be the friend you lost, but I can be one to trust.

I believe you.

Too bad Andrea doesn't feel that way.

She'll get over it.

This system error.

Could your losing games have caused it?

No. As angry as we are at the Spectrals, we would never permanently harm the

system. I didn't think so.

Glitch. Full system scan.

Cursor, get your troops together.

We're going on a hunt.

So, you'll join us in our hunt for Spectrals?

No, not Spectrals.

Something worse.

Andrea, you are not from our system. Why do you wish to help us?

Preserving life and preserving systems.

It's what Matrix and I do best.

It's our prime directive.

But you and Matrix are no longer together.

What will you do next?

Oh, we've been through a lot. We're love and respect. That's what binds us. And

with it, nothing will ever keep us apart.

You shame me. The anger I feel towards my former brothers, it's not right.

Hatred and prejudice never is.

Look, the tear!

There it is!

Our system is safe, no thanks to you.

You are far from safe. There are hundreds of tears opening throughout the

system. But they all started here.

Why? What is so special about this tear?

It's not a natural tear. Someone created it. What kind of fools do you take us

for? Of course someone created it. It was your friends, the heroes.

You're trying to destroy us all.

These tears are not spectral or hero in nature.

No, they're not.

They're viral.

Looks to me like you got a virus in your midst.

That's funny. I was about to say the same thing to you.

I see it. The virus must have entered the system through a download.

Sounds right. The tears began right after the first game.

Matrix, I can vouch for all my sprites. There are no viruses among the hero

selective. That's wonderful. One lies and the other swears by it. Why should

trust you? You hunt us down and let games destroy the city.

That's just the behavior we would expect from virals.

Not precisely.

Virals would never take prisoners.

We have virus checks in place. If a virus is here, why wasn't it detected?

It must have a cloaking device.

But at this close range, Glitch could probably... Assassin!

He means to delete us all!

Wait! That's only Glitch!

Am I Mr. Fantastic or what?

Stop! You're surrounded!

Sorry, but you've got to do better than that.

Your claws are useless against our energy shield!

Enough!

You're still mad at me?

What do you think?

We

must

stop this! Why should I trust you?

Because viruses are clever and you can't save the system alone.

But if we work together, we can.

Despite all that's happened, I believe you.

Spectral, stand down.

Heroes, at ease.

We have decided to put aside our prejudices and work together.

Good choice.

You fool! You doomed us all!

Brother, what happened to you?

Yeah, why don't you tell him what happened?

Virus.

Cold crystal. Just what the doctor ordered.

What should we do with him?

It doesn't matter what happens to me.

My brother is still free.

Soon our infection will be complete. You are all doomed.

Doomed, I say.

His ranting was distracting from the task at hand.

I see your point.

Is there any way we can get these tears under control?

Yes. I sent a team to the principal office to oversee all repairs.

Enzo, these tears are being created by a program originating from the principal

office. That's some team you picked.

We must get to the principal office before it's too late.

Maitre, it's about time you got here.

Come off, you meanie mutt!

Frisket, heal.

Powerlock, what happened here?

I followed these light bulbs to the principal office, and it's a good thing

did. I caught them opening a new tear.

Then they were viruses as well.

Maybe not.

Frisket, sniff.

Frisk had always had a thing about viruses.

You're too late, Sprite.

With the press of this button, the entire system crashes.

It ends... NOW!

System... out of danger?

Yes. Good.

Where I go, I...

Go alone.

He's deleted, Slim.

He wasn't Bob.

No. But he was a friend.

Warning. Incoming game.

Warning. Incoming game.

Go. Do not worry about us.

Take the game and find your way home.

But there's so much we can do to help.

We have made great strides thanks to you.

And in Cursor's name, we'll continue to do so.

You must work together to mend and defend.

Without it, all this would be for nothing.

There will be peace, if not now, then I promise, by the next generation.