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Uzi flung another piece of debris behind her as she searched through the dark remains of the office above the cathedral, where she had first properly met Cyn. She couldn’t help but grumble as she found more debris under that one from where she was crouching. It just felt like she was trying to pick out all the snow on Copper-9 in order to find any interesting remains of the office.
Her mom had brought her, N, and V down to find any important information on The Absolute Solver after that whole fiasco with Sparky and the zombie-virus thing Cyn had caused. Something about how she didn’t realize that Cyn still held tremendous power while confined in Uzi’s tail, which was currently being forced open so it could be used as a flashlight, so Uzi could see better, and decided it would be best if they found out what the humans knew about her before Cyn killed them all. Fun stuff!
Truthfully, Uzi would usually be more amped up about urban exploration, but this was just downright boring. Not to mention she had to stay on guard for any stray sentinels that had survived the building collapsing, the planet being ripped apart and then put back together, and the general decay of this place. Just wonderful stuff all around.
She wished N or even V were by her right now. The four of them had separated to get the job done quicker once they realized what a daunting task this would be, but now she was just bored out of her mind. Well, she had one thing she could talk about.
Uzi glared back at her tail, which was still doing her job of providing light. “You proud of yourself?” She asked Cyn.
Cyn didn’t close her mouth when she responded, “No, I-I didn’t get the results I wanted.”
What, wasn’t it just a prank or something? “Damn, sucks for you then, guess you failed once more,” Uzi responded, not even bothering to hide the amused smile she had on her face. She was 2-0 with Cyn now in faltering her plans, hehe! But wait…”Hold on, what was your plan?”
Her tail turned to face her and lowered itself to stare directly at her eyes, “Oh, do not worry. It wasn’t anything major.”
“Right…” Uzi grabbed the back of Cyn’s head where it connected with her tail and pulled her back, “Not creepy or suspicious at all, Cyn, not at all.” She mumbled, before deciding she’d rather get back to finishing her chore and going home to watch anime with N again, as they often did when they had nothing else to do.
So, she focused on making her tail rise and return to acting like a flashlight. And while Cyn did comply with rising up, she turned around and extended herself, darting in the opposite direction and nearly dragging Uzi with her.
Luckily, thanks to both her several near-death experiences and anime, Uzi had lightning reflexes and dug her heels in to stop herself from being pulled by Cyn. Uzi snapped her head to see her tail’s head already having gone around the corner and shuffling around.
“Hey, get your butt back here!” She demanded, pulling back her somehow still extending tail with her hands, which did literally nothing to bring back Cyn.
But Cyn instead decided to taunt her, “Giggle, giggle, giggle,”
Uzi rolled her eyes, “UGH! Fine! Be that way, you little demon, just don’t cause issues anymore, or I WILL find a way to kill you or something.” She didn’t care enough for this BS right now; she just wanted to go home!
Honestly, maybe she should’ve been paying more attention to what Cyn was doing. This was the entity that had caused the execution of humanity, the destruction of Earth along with many other planets, basically all of her issues, and had just tried to cause a zombie robot kaiju apocalypse last week. Yet, Uzi couldn’t find it to care right now, so she just sifted through debris in the dark for a while.
She should’ve especially checked on Cyn when her endless string of saying ‘giggle’ abruptly stopped, and everything went silent for a bit. But only for a bit.
That was because a sudden explosion was heard nearby that broke it, causing Uzi to finally decide that maybe, just maybe, she should check on the contained eldritch being that was on her tail.
Well, that may have been more of a ‘CRAAP, MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME.’
Uzi bolted up and ran over to where the commotion was, furiously pulling back her tail as she did so, “CYN, WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO?!”
A long series of muffled ‘giggle’ could be heard as Uzi got closer to Cyn, turning a corner and realizing just how comedically long her tail had gotten while she had been distracted. Seriously, what the heck had Cyn done in the span of like, ten minutes!?
It wasn’t until Uzi reunited with the head of her tail that she found out what Cyn had done, or rather, what was produced from what she had done.
In her tail’s mouth was a slightly dirty, but strangely undamaged beige box monitor that Uzi couldn’t identify the brand of, with Cyn’s mouth holding the back of it, with a PC box being attached to it. Uzi looked down the hall that her tail had come from and noticed a giant hole through one of the walls, likely how she had gotten it.
One of Uzi’s eyes glitched as she stared down at Cyn, who held the monitor set just a bit above the ground, “Did you really have to do all of that!?” She spat out, letting go of her tail and flailing her arms a bit, “You could’ve just got me!”
“Giggle.” Cyn announced one final time before gently placing the monitor on the ground, “Oh, but, Uzi, where would be the fun in that?” She questioned back, once more tilting her head as her tail somehow grinned at her.
Uzi just stared at her in astonishment before loudly groaning and facepalming, “Dear robo-Jesus, what did you even find?” Literally, what could be so important that Cyn exploded a wall? Actually, why was she even helping? They’re quite literally trying to find a way to limit her power. What was Cyn even stupider than Uzi thought?
“A working computer.”
“I can see that, Cyn. Is there anything special about it?”
Cyn stared at Uzi for a second, “Maybe.”
“You want me to look through it for some totally not murderous or ill-intended reason, don’t you?” Uzi was laying it rather thick with her sarcasm. Was Cyn already trying to pull another stunt? This Eedritch horror goes nearly a year without a stunt besides biting people, every once in a while, and then suddenly tries to pull two of them damn near back to back? What was she planning?
“Yes.” Was the only answer Uzi got, though.
Uzi rolled her eyes in response, “Whatever! This will at least make Mom happy, but if this does anything even remotely bad, I will find a way to sever you and throw you in the microwave or something!”
Uzi leaned over and picked up the monitor set, clutching it to her chest as she peeked over it and walked the way she came from. She had absolutely no idea what Cyn was planning or how dangerous it could be, but it was just an old computer; what’s the worst that could be on it?
“UZZZZZZZIIIIII?!” She heard N call out, sounding rather concerned for her. Which, granted, was fair considering the explosion that happened earlier.
Instead of the annoyed eye rolls that she had been giving Cyn earlier, Uzi couldn’t help but give a much more fond one at N’s concern and let out a content sigh before dashing over to where she heard her boyfriend, “Over here, N! I found something!”
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“Are you sure you’re okay with me going? I know the stuff related to…her and humans can be a bit much, and I wasn’t really there to help you the first time around, but I’m here now and can-”
“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll be fine!”
Nori’s Solver finished placing one of Uzi’s personal flat screen monitors next to her desk, with Uzi placing the much bulkier beige box monitor on her desk with a grunt of effort. Uzi grabbed a few of the cords and began sorting through them, plugging them into one of the powerstrips she had in her room.
N was currently in a class with V that Uzi had already graduated from, that being one of the history classes she took a few years ago that the two of them had to make up, considering their lack of education, considering what Cyn had done to them, along with their upbringing in the Elliot Manor. Dad was busy doing stuff with the WDF despite the lack of a threat to protect other Worker Drones from, but as her dad always says and probably a bajillion other drones, “Better be safe than sorry!”
So, that just left Uzi with her mom, Nori, who was standing on Uzi’s desk. She obviously wanted to supervise Uzi as she went through this computer, likely due to a sense of guilt of not being there during Uzi’s younger years, but also because she’d be the best at decoding stuff related to the Solver, considering her history with her. Also probably for her to have a chance to actually be a mom, that too.
Uzi stood back up after having plugged in the cords and sat back in her black chair, causing it to roll a bit before Uzi stopped it. She adjusted the beige-colored keyboard, which was connected via a coiled wire to the PC box, and hit the power button to turn on the monitor.
Mom nervously glanced up at the monitor as it powered on, the screen still black but a bit lighter as the PC took a moment to boot. She scuttled herself to be right in front of the monitor and right by Uzi’s hand before plopping down and moving her three claws out of Uzi’s way.
Uzi raised a digital eyebrow, “You good, Mom?” She’s never really seen her act like this before.
Mom gave a deep sigh at her question, “Yeah, just a bit nervous, don’t worry about it, babe” She told her, but Uzi just narrowed her eyes at her because she knew that wasn’t the full answer, “It’s just been a minute since I’ve last used one of these. Or searchered through those humans’ files.”
Ah, okay. Uzi shrugged, “It shouldn’t be as serious as last time, just searching for some stuff that honestly might not even be on here. How bad could it be?”
Momi glanced away, “...It can get pretty gory, Uzi, just saying. I know you saw Cyn’s flesh tunnels and stuff, plus a bunch of drones being murdered, but the stuff from the labs is still pretty bad. Just a heads up.”
This was a new side to her mom that Uzi hadn’t seen before. When she thought about Nori dealing with Cyn and all her Solver stuff, along with the human scientist, she couldn’t imagine her mom as anything other than being a badass who tried to get her way through it, but now that Uzi thought about it, there was probably more to it.
Her mom had been confined to a locker for years on end, being tested and tortured by Cyn and the humans to figure out what was going on. Seeing any possible friends dying before they ever got the chance to escape, having borne witness to humans dying either at the hands of others or her own. She’d seen the pictures of how her mom had handled things, being pretty chil and laid back despite the danger of the Solver, likely causing her to get fully possessed by it at one point, but Uzi couldn’t imagine her coming out of that without at least some trauma, just like Uzi had.
Her mom was doing this so Uzi could have an easier time dealing with Cyn, so she didn’t have to deal with what she had and what Uzi herself had already experienced.
A small smile came to Uzi as she lightly patted her mom. “Got it, thanks.”
Nori looked up at her, still worried, but probably a bit glad she had her daughter with her this time around.
While Uzi couldn’t say for certain if that’s what her mom was thinking, Uzi knew she held the same sentiment.
However, both of them snapped out of that train of thought as the PC finally booted up after a concerningly long time in Uzi’s opinion, with a sorta calm start-up tune, with a blue sky with a few clouds in the background, with a black logo that read ‘C&A’ in the center.
Uzi made a confused hum at the logo, “Huh, never seen that before. What’s C&A?”
A low hum came from the monitor and the PC, probably due to a mix of old parts finally being used after so long, and the fans whirring as the box grew alarmingly warm in a short time.
Nori lifted herself closer to the screen, “Never seen it before today, but it’s on the keyboard of the PC and on the box.” Her mom lifted one of her claws to point at the one on the box, with Uzi looking at them with narrow eyes.
“Huh, and you’ve never seen them before?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe right before everyone died, they switched where they got their computers from?”
Her mom nestled into herself once more as she glared at the monitor, “There’s a chance, wasn’t really aware back then because of the Solver.”
The boot-up music finished and sent Uzi onto a blue screen with a small window opened in the center of it. It prompted for a username and password, which Uzi didn’t know.
“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, that might be a bit of an issue.” She couldn’t help but say. She could maybe find a way to get around it; it shouldn’t be too hard, but it’d be easier if she had a username and password. Plus, she wasn’t sure how much this computer could take considering its age.
Buuuuuut, it'd be funny to try and brute force her way through the login.
So, Uzi began typing in various logins in passwords, with logins such as ‘cyniscringe’, ‘IAMGOD’, and ‘solverofnothinglol’, which were paired with equally true passwords.
Of course, that got her absolutely nowhere since none of those passwords would be used by JCJenson staff. Probably.
By the sixth attempt, her Mom grumbled, “Uzi, are you just putting in random shit?”
Uzi gave Nori a mischievous smile, “Maybe. >:3”
“Okay, the usernames are funny, yes. But, honey, be a little more serious right now.”
Uzi gave a playful frown, “Awwww, fine.”
It was rather easy to actually get around the login. That was because the computer was running Windows 95 for some reason despite how ancient that program was. It was over a thousand years old, so Uzi had no clue why they were using it for important work in the labs.
Granted, she used Windows XP, which was also a thousand years old, for her personal computer, but that was because it was cool and it wasn't like she was doing whatever the humans were doing. Windows XP just looked cool.
The desktop was bare as she hadn't actually properly signed into an account, but Uzi quickly pulled up Windows Explorer and pulled up a new tab that showcased Uzi with many different files. Uzi looked for the directory for the profiles that were on this computer, all of which were under C:\WINDOWS\PROFILES.
After getting access to that, she just clicked an account at random and looked at what they had saved on their account.
Now, was it surprisingly more bare than Uzi had expected? Yes. She honestly thought she did something wrong and still wasn't in an account, but it just turns out whoever owned this account either didn't have many shortcuts or just had everything under one.
That being a file short cut named ‘C&A AI DEV PROJECT’. The name piqued Uzi 's interest as she wasn't sure what this AI project was. She hadn't heard anything about something like this from her Mom, who she gave a confused glance to which was responded by her shrugging and gesturing for Uzi to continue.
Maybe this C&A company played a bigger part in dealing with the Solver than Uzi had originally thought. Was that why Cyn had given this monitor to her?
Opening that file didn't explain much either because it was filled with other files too. One of them was named ‘THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS’ which sounded like a game to Uzi, which didn't explain why the heck it was under this AI development project. Maybe they tested the AI in it?
After scrummaging around the files for a bit, commenting on a thing or two with her Mom, she eventually pulled up a CMD file with actively running code. Uzi had already done this many times today, but before she could analyze it for a bit a new tab was opened without her input that was linked to all these files.
It was a blank CMD file that had no code on it that looked freshly made that said, “HELLO! I was WONDERING what was going on! There hasn't been someone to interact with these files in FOREVER! But something's telling me you aren't the person that it says you are! Who are you?”
Well…That hadn't happened yet today.
Uzi nudged her mom lightly, “Seems like the AI found us.”
Nori stared at the screen, “I see that. I'm not sure if it's connected to Cyn or not, I doubt she'd leave whatever this is alone for a while, but it could just be a lie. Continue talking to it.”
Uzi nodded, she planned on doing that anyway.
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Caine didn't know what to think anymore.
He started up at the ceiling of his office as he sat in his lavish office chair, his legs on the arm rest as he rested his back on the opposite one, fidgeting with a rubix cube he had conjured.
“I-I don’t know what to do anymore, Bubble. That adventure should’ve been perfect!”
Bubble didn't respond, instead opting to float around his desk in circles while slowly spinning. Caine didn't really care though, he just wanted to talk to someone, even if they weren't listening and were created by himself.
“I gave them everything they wanted with that one! An exit, answers, reality! Yet they STILL hated it!?”
What did he do wrong that time? It was everything and more they could've wanted! He gave them an answer on why they were here, he gave them an exit which they (or, well, Jax) had denied, he offered them a form of the macroverse, but they still hated it?!
Jax thought he constantly modified their minds, Pomni implied that he made them forget their names, Kinger maybe believed he purposefully abstracted Scratch, and now they all hated his ADVENTURES.
He didn't even do that stuff! Sure, he had access to their names, but only what was left of them! Their names were saved on a different file, but they were so corrupted that Caine couldn't even tell what they said. The only one he could make out was Kinger's, which had three discernable letters, but he had no idea what his actual name was. He only modified their minds for when it fit for adventures, like the stupid sauce, but nothing more!
Not after Scratch. Never after Scratch. He learned his lesson.
But even when they weren't related to his adventures, they still hated it!
“I even made a system that makes bodies that perfectly encapsulates their mind files, but they hate that too?!”
Why did they hate that?! It should be perfect, but apparently they seemed to hate apparent perfection! What was he meant to do?!
Nothing he did was enough. Nothing he did would ever be enough. But why?! Nothing was a constant that he hadn't removed except for…
“Bubble, I-I’m starting to think that maybe they hate ME.”
That couldn't be it, right? They didn't hate him! He did everything for them! He worked tirelessly for them! They had to at least somewhat like him!
…Right?
Caine felt his grip get tight around the rubix cube, threatening to shatter it as he held it closely to his chest as continued to look up at the ceiling. Bubble stopped floating in circles and brought himself down to the side of Caine’s chair. He moved himself to sit up and looked down at the desk, his upper gums furrowing as his eyes widened with a harrowing realization.
“They…They don't want to lea-AH!”
Caine jumped out of his chair as an unexpected notification popped into his view, meaning it was concerningly important.
His rubix cube fell to the ground as he started in awe at the pop up, having not seen it in a few decades.
‘WARNING: REPEATED FAILED LOGIN ATTEMPTS. GIVE HINT? Y/N’
WAS SOMEONE ACTUALLY ACCESSING THE COMPUTER IN THE MACROVERSE?!
Now, Caine could imagine that wasn't incredibly rare considering that's probably how people entered his Circus, but he's never gotten this before! Was someone actually trying to sign in?! Did they forget their password or something?!
And at this time too? Right after one of his biggest failures?
Caine didn't know what to do. This hadn't happened since the first group of humans, his first troupe, had gotten trapped in the Circus. He used to monitor all the Circus files waiting for someone to try and access them, but ever since everyone was trapped, it never happened.
But now? Caine was pretty sure all he could do was watch and wait until he could try and contact whoever was trying to login.
Good, he can distract himself from that weirdly negative train of thought he had entered just moments prior. Surely that wouldn't come back to haunt him any time soon!
Caine could monitor the user when they decided to look at the Circus files without an item or screen, but he'd prefer not to. It just felt better when he had something else to look at, it made him more like the humans.
Caine first went back to the pop up that prompted him to give the mystery user a hint, but the opportunity passed as somehow, they managed to enter the computer without it? Caine wasn't really sure, one of his creators hooked him up to the logins for the computer, but he was mainly tied to the Circus files and couldn't really observe or do much outside of them.
The mystery user didn't have an account, so they couldn't see where the files were likely, but after a few minutes they somehow managed to enter one, revealing that it was…
Kinger?
What? Huh!? How?! Kinger was in the Circus, how was he doing this?! Did he somehow leave? Did he manage to find an escape that Caine could never hope of following? WERE THEY GOING TO LEAVE HIM?!
Quickly spawning a computer on his desk, he decided he'd check real quickly where Kinger was. A blink and you miss it type of thing!
Literally. He appeared right behind Kinger for a split second, revealing that his entire troupe was hanging out by those couches he set out a long time ago looking very not happy, before snapping away once more.
He wasn't sure what his troupe was talking about right now, but that wasn't his main focus right now despite the fact he really wanted to know.
What was, was the fact that this person was not Kinger, yet somehow managed to get into his account. That was concerning in it of itself, but the person also seemed to be moving quickly, like really quick. Caine was under the impression that most people couldn't navigate this fast and seeminglessly through all these files, but he knew a few were just good.
He observed them opening and staring at files, watching the code move and looking at a few models. After a bit though, they opened up some files more closely connected to Caine that if tampered with could negatively effect the Circus and decided that it was time to actually interact with this mysterious individual.
He snapped in a monitor and keyboard, opened another window, and typed in the following message, trying to sound as chipper as he always was.
“HELLO! I was WONDERING what was going on! There hasn't been someone to interact with these files in FOREVER! But something's telling me you aren't the person that it says you are! Who are you?”
Nice, simple, and friendly enough!
The person stopped in their tracks, only responding after roughly a minute and half of being idle.
“Uh hey. Don't feel like saying rn but who are you? What are you doing here?”
Caine couldn't help but tilt his head at his monitor. The person didn't want to clarify who they were? That was very sketchy! Why wouldn't they want to identify themself to him? Maybe answering their questions would make them more willing to, Caine needed to know who he was dealing with.
“I am CAINE! The infallible ringmaster of THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS! I am here to fulfill my purpose of making the MOST MIND-BENDING, JAW-DROPPING, PARAPHENALIA that ANYONE has ever seen! This computer was simply where I was made.”
And he was doing terribly at that purpose. He kept failing. Nothing he did was enough.
…Were they going to put him back there one day if he kept failing?
Caine straightened up at that thought, his hands tensing up. NO! He wouldn’t allow it! He wasn’t going to go back in there, to resign himself to that fate because he wasn’t good enough.
He could be good enough! He would! Caine just needed to try more!
“Okay. Didnt realize jcjenson made entertainment specific ais but not even surprised at this point. This circus place a game or something?”
The heck was a jcjenson? Also, it would be really nice if this person used better grammar. It didn’t really cause Caine any issues right now, but he still sometimes misinterpreted things because of incorrect grammar. He’d rather avoid that error. But either way, that sounded like a different company, but he was created by C&A!
Also, he should probably answer the question about the Circus.
“I was not created by this jcjenson. I was made by a group of employees who worked under C&A. I also do not know what C&A means. Trust me, I’ve been wondering too. And about my LOVELY Circus, it is a game! And quite the FUN one too!”
“Oh so theyre separate from jcjenson, interesting. You mind if I join this game to talk to u better? This kinda sucks to type at.”
Oh.
Oh no.
Caine raised his hands above the keyboard he was typing his responses on, staring beady-eyed at the monitor as he felt some sweat/saliva drip from one of his teeth. Were his eyes also shaking a bit, or was he just imagining things now?
If Caine told this person yes, they’d be stuck in the Circus along with everyone else. They’d lose everything they had in life, they’d be lost and confused, perhaps even hateful of him for not warning them.
But maybe if they’d join, they’d really like his adventures! Maybe someone would finally appreciate them, enjoy the details, and the hard work he put into his craft. Someone could finally love him.
But what if they didn’t? What if they hated them just as much as everyone else? What if they were worse than Zooble when it came to adventures and just spat and everyone of his attempts? Could Caine handle that?
Could Caine handle dooming someone else to the Circus? Even if they liked his adventures?
After who knows how long, Caine typed out a response to the mysterious person.
“As much as I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE to have you join my Circus, I’m afraid that is not possible at the moment. I would, however, love to keep chatting with you! Maybe you could help me figure out this problem. Eventually.”
This person, whoever they were, Caine didn’t want to scare them away! Sure, he wasn’t going to get them trapped in the Circus, but they didn’t need to know everything yet. Maybe they and Caine could just chat for a bit about something, maybe what was going on in the macroverse or what had happened to C&A.
Maybe they could talk about something like hobbies or just something nice.
Caine couldn’t deal with scaring someone away right now, not after his screw-up that he didn’t understand.
“What is there like a really bad bug or something in there? I could probably help maybe. Idk I can code a bit.”
Oh, another coder? Caine wasn’t sure how good they’d be at handling the Circus, but maybe they could help him figure out a way to deal with the entire ‘humans being stuck in the Circus’ thing. Of course, in a way that wouldn’t involve him being abandoned, thrown away, and/or forgotten. Obviously.
“One could say, though, it is a bit of a bigger issue than a bug. But maybe we could.”
As he was typing out a message, though, the other person began typing out another one that caused Caine to stop.
“Hold on I think I know a better way or us to message each other. This sucks ngl.”
What did these three-letter words that this person kept sending even mean? And what other way?
Caine waited as he looked at the screen to change, unsure of what to do or think.
He was actually talking to someone from the Macroverse. They were talking to him. How hadn’t this happened before? Did other people just blindly put on a headset, or was the Circus already on the computer when they got there? Why was this person different? What was this jcjenson? He needed to ask this mystery person that.
…How would his troupe react to this? To the fact that he was talking to an actual person? The last time he saw them, they were so undoubtedly mad at him. Caine wasn’t the best at identifying emotions, something about a like of empathy according to a Circus member, but he knew that. Would this make them happy?
A new window appeared on the monitor, which would have caused a pop-up that covered his whole vision if he hadn’t manifested it. It was a dark colored screen that had a messaging bar at the bottom that prompted to message someone named ‘darkXWolf17’ and for him to input his own username and password.
Caine entered in one, his username being ‘C.A.I.N.E’ since it wouldn’t let him put in his full name due to a character limit, and a strong password that he stored in a separate place to make sure he didn’t accidentally delete it from his memory. Caine had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he needed this.
After that, the login pop-up vanished, and the window notified Caine that this ‘darkXWolf17’ was typing a message.
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darkXWolf17: Yeah this is better lmao.
darkXWolf17: Can you read this better?
C.A.I.N.E: I could read it fine beforehand, but if this helps you, my calculating cookie, then I am glad to continue using this strange website you have sent me!
darkXWolf17: Do you not know online safety
darkXWolf17: actually don’t answer that I don’t think I want to know.
darkXWolf17: Either way what’s this bug? Can’t be that bad
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Can’t be that bad? CAN’T BE THAT BAD!? Oh, darkXWolf17 was severely underestimating this situation! How could Caine tell them without making them run away?!
He could lie! Maybe. Possibly.
Caine wasn’t sure. The last time he lied, at least according to Jax (though Caine would personally call that ‘acting’), it didn’t go well. But Caine couldn’t let this person leave; they may be able to help the Circus, help him! They offered to!
Maybe he could just…softly tell this person the truth. Yeah, yeah, Caine would do that!
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C.A.I.N.E: It is a major issue, I’m afraid. There’s a log-out bug.
darkXWolf17: A…logout bug?
C.A.I.N.E: Yeah! Some players are having some issues leaving the game. It might be user error, but I’m certainly not causing it!
darkXWolf17: Are you telling me theres people stuck in your game
C.A.I.N.E: Not exactly! It’s just they can’t leave.
C.A.I.N.E: Please don’t be scared.
darkXWolf17: How long have they been stuck there?
C.A.I.N.E: Well, the last time I had a date was when the first players joined in 1999, but that only applies to one of my current players.
C.A.I.N.E: darkXWolf17?
darkXWolf17: 1999??????????????????
darkXWolf17: Thats 1073 years ago????????????
darkXWolf17: HOW OLD ARE YOU????????? I DON’T THINK DRONES HAVE EXISTED FOR THAT LONG?????
C.A.I.N.E: Now, now, my cross-questioning cabbage, what could possibly mean by 1073 years ago? I am pretty certain time doesn’t pass differently here than in the macroverse. Also drones?
darkXWolf17: Dude its 3072
C.A.I.N.E: Okay, I’ll give you that time may pass a bit differently, BUT GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, there’s NO WAY it passes THAT differently!
darkXWolf17: I will literally send you a picture of a calendar right now.
C.A.I.N.E: Wait, a picture? Like from the macroverse?
darkXWolf17: Whats the macroverse?
C.A.I.N.E: No time to ask questions! I haven’t received new images from the macroverse in forever! I’ve been dying to get more information on it so I can accurately recreate it for my dear troupe!
darkXWolf17: Pause
darkXWolf17: Just pause right now caine
C.A.I.N.E: Will you still send me an image of the macroverse? And you won’t leave?
darkXWolf17: I
darkXWolf17: Sure man
darkXWolf17: Is the macroverse like reality?
C.A.I.N.E: According to the humans here, it seems to be!
darkXWolf17: your players are humans
C.A.I.N.E: They sure are! And quite the lovely ones at that! Even if they don’t always seem to appreciate my adventures, they seem to appreciate each other. Except Jax. I think.
darkXWolf17: and theyre alive
C.A.I.N.E: They are! Well, the active ones are. There are a few others that certainly aren’t dead, but not quite themselves.
darkXWolf17: im saving that question for later
darkXWolf17: How many ‘active’ humans are there
C.A.I.N.E: Six! Kinger, Ragatha, Jax, Gangle, Zooble, and our newest little jester, Pomni!
darkXWolf17: Do you have any programs called the absolute solver?
C.A.I.N.E: No, I’ve gone over all programs, systems, files, and much more over my years of being the ringmaster of this amazing Circus and that name does not ring any bells.
C.A.I.N.E: Is there anything else you’d like to ask? Could you please send the image you mentioned?
darkXWolf17: dude do really want a grainy image of the first calendar I can find
C.A.I.N.E: Absolutely! I haven’t had a human from the macroverse talk to me in forever! Let alone send me images! And, boy, after the lackluster results of my last adventure, I could definitely use them!
darkXWolf17: im not human
C.A.I.N.E: You’re not? Then what are you?
darkXWolf17: A sick as hell Worker Drone.
C.A.I.N.E: Another AI? I thought we couldn’t get sick!
darkXWolf17: r u joking or not
C.A.I.N.E: Why did you add random letters to the start of your incomplete sentence? Also I am not joking.
darkXWolf17: dear robo jesus your old
C.A.I.N.E: I am NOT old.
darkXWolf17: yeah sure whatever
darkXWolf17: anyway
darkXWolf17: what was your last adventure
C.A.I.N.E: Well, it’s a rather long thing to explain. However, my quizzical quiche, this might take a while. But I have no doubt that you will be patient and may even help me realize why my dear troupe didn’t seem to enjoy it!
darkXWolf17: ive got time just explain it