Whoever had crafted that virus must have been some kind of genius, because Thomas just couldn’t get rid of it.
He’d given the appropriate soothing comments, warned her that it would take them several days to get to it, as they were swamped with work-which she’d grudgingly accepted-and taken the poor machine away to be looked at later. Fortunately, her professors were understanding of her situation, but the college student was being killed by needing to walk to the campus’ computer lab to work. It had been infected, she’d explained, by some virus preventing her from accessing the Internet. But he’d seen nothing like this.Ībout a week ago, a young woman brought her laptop in, tears of frustration practically spilling from her eyes. A laptop with bedbugs crawling all over the insides. A laptop some idiot spilled water on and then put in a freezer. At thirty-one, he’d seen his fair share of difficult cases in his work as member of Middleton University’s IT Department.
Thomas O’Neill was not having a good day. Goodness knows if you’re still listening. She’d purchased it for herself when they were children, and still lingered there now. Even now, after all this time, there was a special chamber in his heart, reserved only for her.
His throat closed up as he finished that sentence. Not one day has passed that I’ve not thought of you, Aelita. Though others, like William, had also been present in their adventures, and had joined the ranks of those he considered felt right to single out the ones who’d been with him from the beginning. They were to be private copies, hand-delivered to those mentioned. An autobiography reimagined as fiction.īut the story in these copies would remain true. Names, places, ages, even the setting, would need to be butchered and changed to avoid drawing unwanted attention. In fact, almost everything would have to be altered. He knew, it he wanted this published, this dedication would likely have to be excised. To reveal the incredible facts we witnessed together Yumi Ishiyama, Ulrich Stern, Odd Della Robbia, and myself, Jeremie Belpois. Tonight, it will have been ten years since I met her, and I’ve decided the time has come to tell our story. He took a sip from the cup, put it down, and, resting his fingers on his keyboard, began to type: He went straight to the chair and sat, posture perfect. The door opened, and a blonde man entered, a cup of steaming coffee in one hand. On the desk was a humming computer, its screen bright and alert. An L-shaped desk faced the window, with a wheeled chair nestled into the corner. Rows of books lined mahogany bookshelves. A light breeze wafted through an open window, just barely kissing the curtains and making them whisper. The night sky was speckled with innumerable stars.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Code Lyoko, Code Lyoko Chronicles, or any of their characters or events, and I am not making profit off this work. Some scenes will be similar, but I’ll do my best to avoid direct quotes (except in cases of exposition…especially technology exposition) and to add something new to them. This draws heavily from the novels, Code Lyoko Chronicles, by which I mean I’ve rewritten them to be more in-line with the show’s events a proper Season 5-esque sequel.
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The novels had flaws, but were quite good, and if you haven't read them, you should they were never released in English, but some fans worked on a translation, and they can be found as a PDF online. Evolution…wasn’t satisfactory in that regard. The newer perspective gave me a lot to consider stuff I wanted to see properly resolved and/or explored like Anthea, Project Carthage, or William’s plotline. One binge-watch of nostalgia fifteen years later, here we are. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 189010 Chapters: 48/49 Comments: 93 Kudos: 95 Bookmarks: 30 Hits: 5352Ī/N: Fifteen years ago, I was a wee child who enjoyed that weird but lovable show Code Lyoko. XANA isn't even the reason for half of these tags wtf.
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