[The Previous Evening]
Agent Cecilia "came to" a short while after the power surge. She struggled to move her consciousness, feeling, for lack of a better analog, hung over. Her digital avatar flickered and fuzzed out, and her thoughts felt sluggish and... static-y. "Ughh4-gg(, di*d anyon3 elsKSH cat-cth the liscnÊnce0f thhhat monster truck?'£"
*Oh god, her head felt like somebody had stuck a magnet on it. She shook her... code, she guess trying to clear her thoughts. Think Cecilia, thh----ink. *What had happened just then?
She was speaking with the fairy kids.. and they told her about someone taking advantage of fairies and then...* Right right *she tried to contact him! But whoever it was wasn't answering. She kept trying, still no answer.
And THEN there was the power surge. Jesus tap dancing Christ, it was like the world was* literally *crashing around her. She tried to get out as fast as she could, but she must have been caught halfway or something.
The static-ness plaguing was dying down,and she felt her head clearing. Thank god, she was starting to think she was going to be stuck like that. She shuddered mentally, thinking about what would have happened if she was stuck in there. Like... Oh shit.
*THE KIDS. *They weren't anywhere nearby! What had happened to them?! Cecilia wracked her code, thinking back to the events of the surge. They were nearby when it happened. They made a dash towards... something, and one looked to have gotten hurt, but it looked like they had phased out...
RIGHT! Fairies could physically leave the digital world! Ok.. so they seemed to have made it out in one piece. Still, she wanted to know if they were okay. She made a note to ask around later on, see if she could meet up with them again, find out more about that guy.
Right, the cyborg. He must have done something. Apparently he did have something to hide, if was going to clam up and then try to "silence" the people who had i.d.'d him. She narrowed her.. God*dammit *it was hard to think to yourself when you didn't have any features to work with.
Alright, new personal mission. She was going to find this douchebag, and get a damn explanation. Ooh she could just imagine the look on his face when he finds out he nearly iced a federal agent. That'd show the punk. If what she heard from those fairies was true, he was some slave driver taking advantage of digital life forms.
God, stuff like that piss her right off. A cavalcade of jack offs thinking they could play god with net-people just because there weren't any real laws set up for the new internet.* Not on her watch.*
She eventually made her way back to her body, blinking her eyes and yawning. Was yawning still a thing that happened naturally to someone like her, or just aleftover instinct or something? Eh.. yawns never made much sense anyway.
She calmly tucked herself in, and went into sleep mode, metaphorical-concept-of-heart set with a new-found determination.
She was ready to catch that twerp, confident that there was* no way_ he could turn out to be sympathetic, dealing with some kind of horrible problem. What were the chances of that happening?
