Part One: Eureka!
"I'm telling you, Lee, the system exsists! It just has to be found,
that's all."
The one named "Lee" was a young 17 year old human girl who's name was actually Leahan Sheldren but she insisted that everyone call her Lee. She had blond hair cut just above her shoulders and it swayed gently as she shook her head at her companion. The sprite sitting across from her was waving his arms around enthusiastically. His short green hair was cut around his deep magenta tinted face and waved gently as he moved. His name was Kevin Mullen and he was eightteen years old. His favourite hobby was reading legends and unsolved mysteries
in both human and sprite history.
The two young cadets sat in the cafeteria of the Guardian Academy. Both were first year and excited about beging excepted into the training facility. They hadn't known each other long but already thay had a bond that was quickly growing into a strong friendship. They would study together, eat together and share new and crazy ideas. This was one of them.
"Kevin, you're crazy! If you think that you can find a legendary system with an old log file, your laptop and a large cup of energy, you're out of your little sprite mind!"
"Lee, listen. The Guardians have a record of it stored in the information database. If I hack into the..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out! Hack? You want to hack into a database
for a piece of fiction? And not just that, but hack into the Guardian database? Kevin, that's illegal! What if you get caught?"
"Keep your voice down!" He hissed. "It's just this one time and it's
for a good cause."
"Really?" Lee didn't sound convinced. "Has it occured to you that they might not want to be found, Kev? I mean, they cut off their system themselves or so the story goes."
Kevin ignored her last comment. "I'm telling you the system is real
and I'm going to find it."
Lee nodded wearily as she picked up her tray and stood up. "Okay Kev, you go find that system. But if you're caught hacking by the Guardians, don't come crying to me or say that I'm part of it; 'cause I'm not." As she walked away with her tray, she shouted over her shoulder. "I'll see you in systems-analysis class at 1500h."
Lee growled in frustration as she threw down her digital pencil that
rolled onto the floor.
"I hate calculus!" she hissed. "I hate math in general!"
The librarian looked up from the work she had been doing and gave Lee the look.
Lee mouthed the words "Sorry" as she bent down to get her pencil. When she sat beck up, Kevin was pulling up a chair across the table from her. He flopped down into the chair with a quiet "Hey..."
"Kevin, what have you been doing? You look like death warmed over!"
Kevin's eyes drooped and were slightly bloodshot. His hair was matted and his face was paler than usual. He was dead tired.
Kevin folded his arms, creating a makeshift pillow and layed his head down.
"I've been working..." he slurred.
"Working?!" Lee exclaimed with her voice low. "Don't tell me that you've been working on your personal project all night..."
Kevin nodded faintly. "I've been trying to figure out the password;
tried everything I could think of. Nothing works."
Lee sighed deeply. "Maybe you should just give it up. It's ruining you."
"No!" Kevin raised his head. "I'm not a quitter."
"Ok, fine." Lee raised her hands in submission. "Keep your personal
project, but give it a break. You're killing yourself to find it. It's
been in the same place for several hundred years and it's not going anywhere...as far as I know."
Kevin let out an audiable breath. "You're right. I'll lay off it for
a while until I can get organized again."
Lee finally smiled. "Then you can start by getting some sleep; History class has been canceled. Proffessor Riggins had an urgent arend to run for Prime Jennings. You've got two hours."
Kevin let out a small laugh. "Oh, that sounds good. I think I'll do
that." he said as he stood up and grogally walked to his room.
Kevin sat in the library reading "The Time Machine" by H.G. Wells. Kevin couldn't help but laugh at the authors views of the future; Wells was completely off. It was more of a comiedy novel than an ancient science fiction, but it was a classic and the writing was great.
As Kevin looked up from his reading pad, he noticed Lee approaching and she was carrying a ton of read me files.
Kevin grinned. "What's with the personal library you have there?"
Lee dropped the files onto a table and sat down exhausted. "You
know that report that we have to do in History class?"
Kevin nodded.
"Well," Lee bit her lip. "I haven't started it yet."
Kevin shot Lee a look of surprise. "What? What were you thinking?
We've had this assigned for a month! What have you been doing?"
Lee smiled sheepishly. "Ok...just call me the 'Queen of Procrastination'."
She sighed. "Could you help me?"
Kevin flomped back into his chair. "What's your topic?" he asked, his voice lacking enthuiasm.
Lee picked up her planner where all her assignments, examinations and activities were logged. "The lost city of Atlantis." she read and put it down. "I asked you because you're the expert on this type of thing and with the new evidence found during the twenty-first century that proved that it exsisted, I was sure you'd know everything there is to know."
"Hand me your assignment sheet." Lee did so. "Ok, 'You will be
assigned a historical mystery that has never been completely solved. Research
this topic and prepare an oral presentation. You will be marked on blah
blah...blah..." Kevin let his voice trail off. A new look of realization
came over his face. "That it!"
"What's it?" Lee was confused.
Kevin lowered his voice to a whisper. "I've gotta go..."
"Whoa! Aren't you going to help me with this? Where are you going?"
"I'll tell you later. Just read those files on Atlantis and I'll
be back shortly." he said as he stood and ran out of the library.
Lee's gaze followed her friend as he exited. She shook her head
and picked up the top file. "Even though he's my best friend, I don't think
I'll ever completely understand him."
Kevin sat egerly infront of the small, glowing screen of his laptop
as he waited impatiently for the system search program to start up.
"Come on...come on!..." he encouraged the computer quietly.
When the loading was complete, the usual information window popped up,
asking for a system name, net address or co-ordinates. By now, Kevin had
the memorized the three numbers and he feverishly typed them in. A drop
of cold sweat rolled down his temple and along his jaw bone as he waited
fot the request for the password. His fingers bent down and typed 'atlantis'
into the text box and his hand was shaking in anticipation as he pressed
'Enter'. The few seconds for the reply to the password seemed like an eternity,
but finally, the answer came:
'Password accepted'
Kevin stopped. Was he seeing right? Were his eye's playing tricks
on him? He had seen 'Password denied' so many times that he had taken it
for granted. He checked again; read it for the second time.
'Password accepted'
Kevin jumped up, knocking over his chair in the process, but he
didn't care. He had found the system!
He enjoyed his success for only a minute. What if it's not
the right system? he found himself thinking. What if it's the wrong
one? He picked up the chair and sat back down. He had to be sure. He
clicked 'OK' and what Kevin saw next made all his hard work feel worth
the effort.
Guardian Geoff Dunning, and Guardian Shashi Elrick, were
on system watch as Kevin re-opened the port to the hidden system. It had
been a slow day with nothing out of the ordinary, and both of the sprites
wanted a little excitement.
"Another day, another few hours of my life I'll never get back."
Geoff complained to his bored partner. His dark green face was cloulded
over with his frustration about his job and his bright green eyes rolled
as he spoke. His hair was a black chrome and tied away from his face by
a blue elastic that matched his Guardian uniform.
"Aw, just shut it, Geoff. You know that I feel the same as you do about
this job, but, it has to be done; there's no use in crabbing about it."
Shashi hissed. Her lavender face frowned in displeasure at her conpainion
as she crossed her arms. "Prime Jennings will have our heads if we're not
found at our post, and you know it." her black eyes flashed. Her white
hair was held up with two sticks and seemed to glow in the dimmly lit room.
"Yeah," Geoff sighed. "I just wish that something would happen
though."
As if an answer to Geoff's request, flashing lights accompanied
by a loud shill siren filled the room. Shashi and Geoff sat, fully alert
in their chairs as they scanned the screens for the problem.
"What is it? Do you see it?" Shashi asked as she searched hundreds
of television monitors.
Geoff's eye's stopped on the monitor above his head. "I think
I've found it..." his voice concluded as he typed the monitor number and
the image appeared on every screen. "You check what the situation is and
I'll report it." he said as he picked up the receiver.
Shashi typed quickly on the computer and rewound the tape. On
the screen was five dots representing system locations. Nothing new
about that... she thought. I've been looking at those all day...
Suddenly, a white blank space on the screen was filled with a sixth red
dot. "What in the NET?!?" she exclaimed.
Geoff rolled his chair over to Shashi. "What?"
"That system just appeared out of nowhere!" The white haired sprite
said pointing at the monitor infront of her.
"Are you sure?" Geoff asked as he pressed the rewind button.
"Positive! I counted five and all of a sudden...POOF! There were
six!"
"Let me see..." The male sprite pressed play.
"You think that I'm random? I know what I saw!"
"Yeah...yeah...Keep you processor in check..." Geoff was concentrating
on the image infront of him.
As Geoff watch the servilence tape, Shashi gave a running comentary.
"See? Five dots...like I told you ..and..." when the sixth dot appeared,
Shashi raised her hand slightly as an inaudable 'Told you so.'
"A system that pops out of nowhere? Could this be a roaming system?"
Geoff thought out loud.
"If you think that," Shashi said as she grabbed the receiver out
of his hand, "you're even crazier than you think I am." She dialed 3-1-1
and Michael Houston, head of Net secruity, picked up on the other end. Shashi's
voice was a matter-of-fact. "Houston, we have a problem..."