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Who: Megaman and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Moping at the desk in the engineer's office on the SS Golden, lights on as usual
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW somewhere around the space equivalent of midnight

Hello, I'd like to ask a question for anyone still awake. Some of you have been here for a little while now, right? I was wondering...has anyone ever been able to contact people they know back home here? Has Atroma ever allowed it, I guess.

My friends back home are probably really worried about me by now...I don't think they would know what's going on. To them I might have suddenly become missing! And I'd like to let them know that I'm okay, if I can. But I don't know if there's a way...

And also, since [ah] maybe I'm going to be here for awhile too. Does anyone have a database about outer space that I could borrow for a bit? A book or a data file you'd be willing to lend? Just, something that gets detailed about how things work in general out there. I have basic knowledge on the subject, but I'd like to learn more of I can.

Thank you.

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Alien invaders are rarely friendly. Thus the invasion.

[ She actually knows about this one personally. It worked out in the end (the first time), but the general consensus lends credence to them being a nuisance. ]

What kind of something was he?

Hah, that's true! I guess the word is there for a reason. [That gets a slight laugh out of him, at any rate. But at the question he shifts a bit in his seat, suddenly grimacing a bit as the memory gets called back.

Ah, yes. Duo.]

A really big something! A program, actually, an alien one...but he was huge. His torso was probably bigger than two of this ship put together, I think. [Seriously he never even got to see the guy's legs AND THAT'S JUST UNNECESSARY...Megaman gestures a bit helplessly.] He was manning a computer in a meteor, and he could steer it around where he wanted. Apparently his protocol was to drive it into any world that didn't fit an ideal criteria. So, you could guess how well that went...

[ She makes a rather sympathetic grimace to the story, although her head tilts as it goes on. ]

How was a torso made of data bigger than a physical ship? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of making something out of data in the first place?

[ Misha Hunt: focuses on the important matters. ]

[WELL THESE ARE HIGHLY IMPORTANT ISSUES CLEARLY--but oh, well, there's a question he actually wasn't quite expecting. Somehow. Megaman blinks, and then it sinks in.]

--Oh! Right, I guess that does sound pretty strange on its own... [He sits back a bit, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.] I mean--I ran into him in the virtual world? If he were in the real world he'd probably be that big...but we both ended up running into each other inside the meteor's computer, since I was sent in there. There's size relativity in the virtual world too! Some programs can get really big, depending on tasks and complexity... [Sometimes internetland life is hard when you're permanently virtually 4'9"...]

Right, I guess when you translate a lot of code into physical representation, size would probably be unavoidable...

[ Not that she's ever experienced it, but she knows. She knows that bigger is always better, so of course someone trying to destroy the planet would be ginormous despite that being a pretty simple thing to program when you stop to think about it. On a relative scale, of course. ]

You're the one who stopped it?

Yes, size tends to be a factor a lot of the time...I'm not sure if whoever coded Duo did it on purpose, but he sure did look pretty impressive on the outside! Or--well, alright, scary is a better word...

[Seriously. Huge guy. PROGRAMS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO COME THAT HUGE...but at Misha's question:]

But, yes, I did! Well, Lan and I both. I did fight him though, yes... [He shrugs a bit--it's still an event that feels kind of odd to talk himself up about, honestly, and it shows on his features.] They'd tried to take out the meteor in other ways, but that had all failed, so we were sort of the last option! They thought I'd be the best candidate for the job...and they were choosing out of a lot of really strong Navis! But they figured I'd have the best chance against the guy, I guess.

[Though he doesn't really look like alien-punching world-saving material, does he? Megaman is also acutely aware of this. Which is why he shrugs again, after that.]

I tried my best! But it was still really tough...I definitely wouldn't have been able to do it without Lan.

[ She grins, leans in at that information. ]

You must be some kind of big-shot back home. That is so cool. Some kind of cyber-superhero? Who's Lan?

[Oh my god Misha please...it's the sort of praise that would have had Lan's head swelling like a watermelon, and so of course Megaman feels an automatic urge to downplay it immediately. ...Even if it is rather nice to hear. But--but still! She leans in and Megaman leans back in turn, cheeks flushing faintly.]

Big shot--oh, no, nothing like that! I--I mean, we've won a couple of national tournaments on tv, but that's not really a super big deal...not a load of people really know who we are, still!

[Well, unless you count some cyber criminal syndicates and the Undernet, in which case it's probably a reputation of increasing distaste, but--well, anyway. He laughs.]

I'm definitely no superhero, I'm just a NetNavi. But...oh, that's right, I probably haven't told you! Lan is--Lan Hikari, he's my Operator! We've been together for a couple years now...he's the one that comes up with the battle strategies and gets ahold of the right chips. I'm, ah, I'm really not much of a threat to anything without him around, to be honest...

[ She gives praise freely where it belongs. This kid is either a major backstory component or a protagonist. Either way, she is pretty okay with this. It's cool!! ]

Brains and brawn. That's pretty cool. And, hey, don't say it like that. If you're not a threat without Lan, then that means he needs you too, right?

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