Chapter 26:// Grouping up

 

As the user carried himself past the monitor station, the daemons decided a reunion was in order.

 

httpd> The layout is classified, can’t access it.

armd> Anyone have any more bright ideas?

fingerd> Sure. Let’s call our number, parrotd will pick it up and tell us where he is.

armd> You idiot. We can’t call without a smartphone ourselves.

eyed> For once, the idiot might be right. There’s a phone on the guard station.

 

An arrow showed up on the veil, and the user was too tired and in pain to disagree with it. He shoved himself towards the guard station area. It was filled with monitors. He could see in crisp bone-crunching detail the cobra munching on the big blue bastard.

“Poor bastard,” Leo sighed and closed the door behind him.

The user picked up his walkman with glee and clipped it in place.

 

walkmand> Handshake. Whazza?

httpd> You’ll get the logs at the next sync cycle. Now quick, make the user call up his phone.

 

The walkman shuffled to a rarely played MP3, a silly pop song from some forgotten teenage idol that sang, “I lost my phone and I can’t find it, leave me alone cause I can’t fight it.”

“WTF,” the user said in acronym but then he had an epiphany.

He called up his own number, heard the phone ringing. He grabbed the access card lying on the desk, left the landline dialling, and found the inmate storage area. He shuffled a bit with one good arm but he managed to find his things, exchange his clothes for the prison wear and pick up his phone.

 

parrotd> Handshake. I’ll be the session leader.

 

The rest of the daemons ACKnowledged. Only armd was silent.