Kaz said he wanted the data, and I know exactly what that means.
It is going to be a long next several days…
Simple job. Get a corpse. Get the data on the corpse. Do it in 72 hours. Both, however, are in possession of DocWagon. Not so simple anymore.
As we left the meeting, I began mapping out all the things I would require and need to accomplish. It was a long list. And I am certain the list would get longer with requests and tasks given to me by my teammates. Such is the burden of doing what I do.
I would not be able to accomplish all of this on my own. I would need an army.
Fortunately, I have the ability to summon one.
When we returned, I immediately found myself a comfortable place and vegetated out of the meat world and jacked back into my home. The Data sprite I had compiled earlier was waiting for me as my icon materialized into the streams of data.
The sprite had manifested as a wizardly-looking old man with a hefty tome and a knowing gaze in its eye. Surprisingly, it had put up no resistance in being compiled, but perhaps I had just gotten lucky. Now, it gazed at me with a look of impatience as it awaited its next task.
[I require you longer than I had originally intended. I apologize for this further delay.]
At that, I began the registering process. My icon assumed the meditative state that I’ve become familiar with in my years as a ‘mancer. Window materialized around it, scrolling data and code at a highly rapid pace. I mentally prepared myself for the six hours this was going to take.
The sprite glared at me, the look of impatience and wisdom giving way to one of reluctance and resistance. Within myself, I could feel the struggle as it worked to undermine my efforts in registering it. The resistance was…almost unbearable.
Finally, after a fierce battle of wills between myself and the sprite, I finished registering it. Despite its refusal, I was even able to acquire more tasks of it.
[Now, onto other thin-]
My icon’s hand began to dissipate in the currents of data.
[Oh frell! The fading!]
And then there was black.
I don’t know how long I was out. Next thing I realize, I’m back in the meat world with Ken and the others standing around me. They explain that I passed out, and they revived me. The damned sprite cost me valuable time!
The others discuss mission-related tasks with me. I pick out the important details. I don’t understand why they choose to communicate in such primitive and time-consuming ways. Unfortunately, I have nothing better to do than listen, being forced to recuperate from the registering ordeal.
A few hours later I jack back in. Over the next several hours, I acquire the services of two Crack sprites, a Fault sprite, and a Sleuth sprite with only minor resistance from each. I’m feeling fairly fatigued but I have to keep going.
I still have a lot of work ahead of me.