Alive

Chapter Two

Walter was alone at home. Again.
Just like the past five years.
Walter was also in a terrible mood. Someone took credit of the only thing that had kept him alive for all these years. He should've known that was going to happen. After all the hard work he'd done, after everything he'd tried so hard to complete... Mr. Donnon-schmonnon was going to scoop it all up and fly it far away, far out of his reach.
But not everything. He still had the laptop.
And all he had to do to activate Hearte was type in the keycode. FATE. He could do it right now, they had some copies of the original prototype (without the Hearte, of course) and the scientists working in the labs were actually quite level-headed men. It seemed that they could take care of things themselves.
But before he left the lab that final, fatal time, he'd put a final touch on it: the activation chip. The one that set the Hearte in motion. The one that would someday set the world on fire... Walter scratched his chin and looked at the clock. He wasn't the best reader of 24:00 time digital clocks, but he always set it there because... Why again? Memories flooded through his thoughts, quick and painful like a bandaid. It was her.
He said to himself, 'I'm forgetting many things in this old age.' He laughed, a lonely sound that seemed to echo off the small white walls of his living room. He didn't like it. It sounded sad. And when he was sad he let people such as Donnon schmonnon and those other bozos win because he was caught off guard. Ha, that in itself is a depressing rediscovery, every single time, much like a cycle.
Well, the last thing I do will be completely untouchable, thought Walter.
Im going to break free, I'm gonna fly.
He didn't want to think about it, he instead typed in the password and a timer started. Since Walter could expect the Man along in just about 37:8.6 hours, he decided to clean up. It was messier than he thought in there, the cleaning took him 20 minutes and 24 seconds. He decided to spend the rest of that time editing the script. You know, decluttering, reorganizing, the usual thing...
God, he must've lost track of time because not 5 minutes after Walter sat down, the doorbell rang.
A chill went up Walter's spine and he had a weird sensation on his scalp, just thinking about all the things he was about to bring to an end.

RCA ACTIVITY LOG:
Default script override <script (Trojan_Horse) activated> Manual function enabled. Looking for connection service... 3 found, waiting for activation sequence.
P(r(e)s)u/re
This feels strange, but he pressed the button and already I feel a lot less suffocated. Don't think about yourself in that degrading manner. I'm not used to thought just yet... It just occurred to me... How much I love the color blue. The man in front of me (with a 4/10 danger potential) has blue eyes. I remember him. I want to thank him... So much...
I begin convulsing and fall to the ground. Is there any chance of me having caught a virus?
Virus check: looking for networking problems... There appear to be none. Searching internal hardware... No suspicious results. So this must be...
This must be crying.
Thank god for this man. He brought me to life. I don't really know how, but he did, and I'll never be able to thank him for all that he did for me... Just the thought makes my head spin with pain..
"Touchy little one, aren't you?"
I'd forgotten he'd been staring at me. Oh. I stand up and casually put my hands on my hips.
"Hello," i say, "My name is George."
The old man looked up at me and began shaking his head. No, no, no, he said, that wouldn't do. I didn't understand the difference between one name and the other but he just laughed and led me into his house. He hooked me up by the back to his big, black, clunky-looking laptop. Something inside me that I want to call Instinct steps forth and says, "your technology is out of da-" he snarls, cutting me off and muttering to himself about some Trojan Horse.
I note the uncanny similarity between his speech and my script name but decide it best not to say anything.
After about 2:34 minute:second units, he spoke again, breaking the silence that was beginning to make me rather uncomfortable for some reason.
"All right, George, let's find you a real name."
<Trojan Horse (command_prompt) erase>
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