Who: Shy When: Friday evening Where: Shy's Room What: Someone has been messing with Shy's island, and Shy is not happy Shy was not happy. In fact, Shy was beyond not happy. Shy was pissed. That red-headed step child of Fischers had destroyed his island! She had torn up the training room and destroyed two Blocks. A large portion of Shy's cameras were gone and his electronic friends in Blue and Yellow Block and below ground were screaming in pain. She had hurt his friends! Shy was furious.
Lights and monitors flickered dark red now and again, Shy's consciousness flowing through Revolve was constantly was shouting "Fuck you" in his personal odd, colored energy based language. There was so much to be done. Mutants and staff were trapped under the rubble in the remains of the Blocks, clean up and construction crews needed to be located, hired and flown in, the proper equipment for the jobs had to be located and relocated to Revolve, three new Block Owners had already been identified and Shy was in the process of giving them all the access to records that they would need to perform their jobs. However, most importantly to Shy's mind, the three who did this had to be found and punished! Now. Immediately. Not a moment later. There was just one problem with that.
The ignorant female who had called him "IT boy" was gone. She had flown upwards and it was as if she had simply vanished off the face of the planet. Well, he knew she had, he had detected a glimmer from a satellite camera which suggested she had simply flown off the planet. Shy hoped the lack of atmosphere caused her head to explode.
The remaining two, the feral and the mutant who had been masquerading as a human... they were another story, something more difficult. Jason had touched Shy's mind without his knowing it, and thanks to the man's power, any image Shy saw of him would represent him as whatever face Jason wanted him to see. This was endlessly frustrating to the young tech who prided himself on being entirely self-reliant. He would need to take any suspected photos and have someone who had never before seen the mutant to tell him if it was the same face or one radically different, as any computers he was connected to seemed to 'see' it the same way Shy did. Sadly, that was not all about this situation that was frustrating to the hermit. That reminded him, he needed to check the progress of collecting the test results for those humans currently on the island. He had already added the section confirming that the blood test had been undergone to the file of every guest, now it was just a matter of conducting the tests.
Shy had immediately frozen the mutant's accounts and pulled all the records he could access. He was almost immediately aware that he did not have the stealthy mutant's main account as there was not even a million dollars in it. The man's birth certificate also showed he was born... over a century ago. Shy's mind had nearly overheated with fury as he thought how many accounts and how many funds he might have hidden away when the world was primitive and did not have electronics to form solid connections and bridges between people, names, accounts and identities. At least the technopath had the pleasure of draining the feral mutant's Revolve account of its funds.
I think this may be related, but really I can't tell. It looks like this account was opened at about the right time, but the money has changed hands. I'm sorry, Shy, I don't think you should freeze it without more proof.
The overwhelming work load of this disaster had caused Shy to reach out to his recently alienated personality, and Computer had been happy to help in exchange for being let out of its firewalled prison. Shy and Computer working together were normally an unstoppable pair, however one as old fashioned as Jason, who one had lived more years without modern technology than with it, presented a distinct challenge. Shy heaved a heavy, aggravated sigh but gave a small nod in agreement.
Fine, I will leave it. Continue sweeping.
It was a cold, snapping command, but Computer only happily chirped an affirmative before it went back to work. Shy had a pounding headache and still had so much more to do. He again accessed the chart which Drescher had composed to solve the mutant housing problems, he quickly editing the document to detail which mutants had been relocated, which were missing and which had been confirmed dead. The list of deceased, both human and mutant lives, was rather staggering. It seemed there had been a meeting in Yellow Block between two Block Leaders which had resulted in their deaths, Fischer had not been pleased about that.
The buildings flickered in a dark red light once again as a fresh wave of frustration swept over Shy. He issued the command to move Ribbon back to Black, they would need her cell in Red to house one of the Yellow Block mutants. The plan was still overly complex for Shy, most Blues would be housed in Green. The overflow from Blue and the majority of Yellows would be housed in Red. Any extra mutants would be held in Black until Blue and Yellow were repaired. The idea was so very simple, and yet the new owner of Red had been praised for it. While Shy could somewhat understand the concept of any port in a storm, it still bothered him. He pulled away from his keyboard long enough to rub his temples, his head was pounding with his building anger and indignation.
Are you ok? Computer was as worried as ever about its dominant personality, it hardly cared that Shy had been utterly heartless towards it the past few months.
Satisfactory. I have work to complete. It was a simple enough statement. Shy was not overheating and he was not ill, he just had a headache. He would do all he could until his body required a shut down, until he would continue pushing himself. This was Revolve. This was his island. He was going to fix it as quickly as possible.