Reboot#0001.
Copyleft Doc Who. Present Day. Location Irrelevant.
The sky really was the colour of a TV set tuned to a dead channel. It was
about right. Death was all round. Past, present, future.
"**** this", shouted Trinity and promptly jumed over a bridge into the
darkness below.
"Oh well", muttered Obsequious, "she had that coming".
Rabbit pricked up his ears at the sound of a muffled yelp. "Sounds like
she
made it, or didn't make it."
It was an unusual trio. To look at them you couldn't tell them apart from
the rest of The Sprawl's denizens. But inside, they **were** different.
Obsequious was a Jock, Rabbit an Engineer (of the social variety) and
Trinity...well Trinity was just Trinity. By day they would wander/wonder
around the Urban(e) Landscape. By night they would tunnel through other
landscapes.
They were First Gen. Intrejection had followed rejection. Their processes
had all timed out when resources had been exhausted. Hybernation had
resulted in a little lag. A few components were old hat. But they knew
where
to stock up. Skips, alleyways, old 'friends'; even commercial outlets if
Push really came to Pop. Ca$h only.
Home-brew was brewing. The kernel needed updating. Maybe the trio could
ressurect some old, deep knowledge. Avoid the Big Crash.
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