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Sep. 3rd, 2007

[info]guardian_bob

Prompt #2: Family

Family is an interesting concept to a digital construct. Before I came to Mainframe, my family were the other Guardians, sprites like myself who worked to protect the Net and those who people it. I don't remember my parents, as Guardians are selected at the point of their initial compilation; birth, I guess, as you humans would call it. Our code is scanned to see if we have what it takes to make a good Guardian. I'm sure I have parents out there somewhere, as I must have inherited something from their code bases.

That said, my true family are my friends: Dot, Enzo, AndrAIa, Phong, Mouse, the Surfer, and Frisket. Heck, even that crusty old barnacle, The Crimson Binome, is in there, proving himself truly dependable despite being a pirate. And that's what it comes down to for me, really: those who you make a place for in your heart.

Jul. 28th, 2007

[info]guardian_bob

Prompt #1: Who are you?

My mission? To mend and defend!

Not that this tells you much. Well, come to think of it, it does; I exist to keep the systems, sprites, and binomes I live with safe. I'm not flesh and blood like most of the rest of you here, but digital or not, I feel as much as any of you. I can die, too.

I'm a Guardian from the Net, and Mainframe is my adopted home. Probably the best analogy to explain me is what you people refer to as a "virus scanner", though it's not quite the same. The sprites, that is, the people that I've come to care about are many, but most especially Dot. I found her and the rest of the folks in Mainframe while chasing down a particularily nasty renegade virus, one which I'd accidentally released back into the wild of the Net while trying to reprogram it.

I guess that staying at Mainframe is in some way my penance for the troubles about to be visited upon them by the virus. I wanted to roam and explore the Net and the emerging Web, but I couldn't in good conscience leave them to suffer for my error. So, I stuck around and helped, with the aid of my key-tool, Glitch.

And even after they survived all that, they still wanted to help me, to find me, when I was thrown into the Web by Megabyte. I don't know if I can ever do enough to show them my thanks.

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