As the guard dragged him down the corridor, the yellow-clad program found himself thinking that this scenario seemed awfully familiar.Like he'd done it before. His user had a term for that. Called it Deja Vu..
But the last time he'd had this happen, he'd been at the mercies (if a program could designate it as such) of the Master Control Program.
The two guards clad in black stopped before a door, red circuitry glowing brightly in the dim light.
There was a brief exchange of dialog before he was marched into the room, where, he saw, to his surprise, another figure clad in yellow. Unable to see his face, the hacker program waited.
"Another rogue program?"
That voice. The conscript stiffened. It sounded familiar. All too familiar. Could it be? But why would he be here?
"Yes, your excellency."
The other figure smirked as he gazed out the window. "He must be special for you to insist I see him."
You could have cut the anticipation with a knife. It hung in the air, along with the program's m