This is Wires’ first submersion. He gains the Overclocking echo
Wires let himself float through the streams of the Matrix.
He always let himself drift through the data streams and information pathways as a method of relaxation. He wasn’t sure why, but ever since he was young, he found comfort in the almost living hum of the virtual world. He felt complacent. He felt safe.
He felt at home.
With a flick of his icon’s wrist, one of his remaining sprites appeared. It was registered, but had only one task remaining in Wires’ service. He let the Matrix-born creature bob and float about his icon as he summoned another sprite with a flick of his other wrist.
[Find me a damaged entropic sprite, or, if you are unable to do that, point me in the direction of where one might be.]
The sprite seemed to consider Wires curiously, gazing at him a moment longer than a sprite normally did when it was processing an ordered task. Finally, it flew off into the data streams, anxious to be finished with its remaining service to the young technomancer.
Wires did not know much about the process of submersion, or the various tasks a technomancer could do to help with the submersion process. What he did know he had learned from the technomantic tribe that took him in years ago. Most of the members of the tribe were just as new as he was, but a small handful were experienced enough to teach about the technomancer’s innate ability to improve him or herself by giving their entire icon, persona, person up to the Resonance. Such was submersion.
The tasks could be any number of difficult accomplishments a technomancer could achieve to assist their submersion process. Among the various choices, Wires distinctly remembered the one about repairing an entropic sprite. Apparently, finding and repairing one through the use of a registered sprite could open the doorway into the fabled Resonance realms that many-a technomancer spoke of in hushed tones.
Wires took on a lounging-like posture, as best as one could lounge while in a vast void of data-made-manifest.
He relished these quiet moments. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the thrill of running (which has been much more exciting in recent weeks than it ever has been), but every person needed some relaxing R&R (except Spider). Again, he preferred the calming hum of the bytes about him rather than the awkward meat world any day.
Eventually, the sprite returned. It had found something.
Wires followed it, diving headlong into the streams. Like a fish in water, he navigated and “swam” from node to node, using his second nature technomantic feeling to navigate as easily as breathing. Further and deeper did he follow his sprite, finding himself in more and stranger areas of the Matrix. Nodes looked dilapidated, if that was possible for virtual representations of real world objects, and the data streams became rougher.
The sprite finally led him to an isolated node on the fringe of this strangely “ancient” area. Wires found no firewall protecting the node, a rarity, and made his way into it.
If his icon was capable of gasping, it would’ve.
The sprite before him was unlike any he had ever encountered. His sprites compiled as somewhat fantasy-esque versions of what they represented. The higher the rating, the more powerful their appearance was. This, however, was surreal.
The sprite seemed to hold some vaguely quadruped form, but it kept changing and shifting every passing moment. It was as if it couldn’t maintain any semblance of stability or order within itself. The sprite had connected itself to the node, represented in the parameters of the node’s reality as being integrated into a tree via vine-like tendrils, to possibly keep itself from dispersing. Wires wasn’t sure about the true nature of sprites and whether they were living creatures or not, but this one seemed to writhe and convulse in pain.
He approached it slowly, being escorted by the sprite he had called earlier. His icon’s hand reached out, carefully, and touched the entropic sprite. Wires’ intention was to pet it’s back, but he wasn’t sure if he accomplished that aim, considering its constantly morphing physiology.
Wires felt a pang of sadness within himself for the poor digital beast.
He moved back and called his sprite to his side.
[Your final task for me, friend, will be the sacrifice of your code to help repair this being.]
The sprite, surprisingly, positioned itself between Wires and the entropic sprite. It was as if it was more than willing to perform the task asked of it, even though it meant its destruction.
Wires quickly went to work. Disassembling the sprite’s code, discarding the unusable parts, he quickly worked and tailored what he hoped would be the necessary remedy for the entropic sprite’s pain. He approached the quadruped sprite, the necessary code in-hand, and began the repairing process.
Wires, being unsure of himself and what he was doing, took it slow. Inserting small amounts of code and data into the more damaged areas, the sprite seemed to improve more and more. As it improved in health, Wires repaired it with more confidence until finally the task was complete.
It was actually quite beautiful, yet savage in its complete form.
Wires couldn’t remove his eyes from it as he arched and stretched its beast-like form, seemingly satisfied to be whole again. Its eyes leveled on the technomancer that had done it a service. It knew what the Matrix mage wanted in return. One of its tails wrapped around Wires’ hand gently and he could feel a surge of information pulse through him. Data, code, information, all of it foreign yet familiar to him.
In a flash, all of it was gone. The node, the sprite…none of them were there. Had he been taken somewhere else, or had they gone? Wires wasn’t entirely sure, but the pertinent question on his mind at the moment was what the frell was that down there?
Below him seemed to be the Matrix equivalent of a black hole. A large, gaping hole into nothing that the data seemed to spill into and vanish within.
It was one of the fabled wells into the Resonance realm.