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It's Only Programmed - 2"Thanks for getting me this far, Sour Bill," Vanellope told the small, gloomy candy at her side. "Maybe now that I know the code to get in, I can spruce up this land some more. How about to go with the Diet Cola Mountain we get a Hot Chocolate Spa going too? Huh? Huh? Wouldn't that be the coolest?"
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Sour Bill's listless, tired looking eyes barely rolled up from where they were staring at the floor. "President Vanellope, you shouldn't mess too much with the codes. Do you even know what you're doing?"
The child hesitated, an uncertain and sheepish smile on her lips, along with a pink blush. "No. But hey, 'Turbo-Terrifying' did it, so I don't see why I can't." She turned on her pink heel, about to dive into the labyrinth, and stopped.
"Oh, I almost forgot." The child reached into her pocket and extracted something shiny, flipping it into Sour Bill's outstretched hand. "That's for all your troubles!"
The spherical candy gazed flatly at his hand, and if possible, his expression deadpanned fu
It's Only Programmed - PrologueYou don't feel pain very often when you're a video game character. Codes programmed things resembling organs and tissue into your body, but the fact remains: you're still made of pixels. During the day, the lives of video game characters were controlled, and the outcome was always unpredictable. Certainly, they're were probably thousands of deaths a day, but never a loss, as the characters could simply regenerate.
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During his time as a racer, Turbo suffered his nicks and scrapes (it was a mere, small sacrifice to pay for the price of being the best of the racers), but it was nothing compared to the agony he was facing now.
As amazing and Turbo-tastic as he had been as a racer, every Number One had their slip ups, and Turbo was no different. His cars had crashed outside of arcade hours, and certainly during them, but it would be a simple, routine crash, and a brief, fleeting moment of pain before he'd flicker and recover.
The pain that consumed him now held no respite, and no chan