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All right... let me get this straight... I was terrified out of my mind, the entire city of Tokyo was threatened by a cuddly, super-intelligent virtual pet from back in 1999? ... Wow. That's really, really sad. But look on the bright side... it shouldn't be too hard to beat... Should it?
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"A Furby?" Linna gasped. "What... what's a Furby?"
"According to this, they were extremely popular toys in 1998 and 1999... sort of extremely primitive Boomers. They talked in their own language, they could learn, and they were very intelligent," Nene explained. "But after people bought them, they found out that they were excruciatingly annoying, so most of them were put into 'Deep Sleep' mode and thrown in the backs of closets!"
"So was that thing in your house, Sylia?" Priss screamed. "And what happened to it to give it those horrible powers?"
"Galatea!" Sylia gasped.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK- Christmas Day, The Year 1999, Tokyo ~~~~~~~~~~~~
"A FURBY!" shrieks a cute little girl around the age of 8 as she finishes tearing off the paper on the gift. "It's a real Furby! Oh, thank you, Mom and Dad!"
The little girl tears open the box and removes the Furby from it. It's kind of cute... with fuzzy pink hair and a blue mohawk. The little beak-like mouth opens, and the eyes roll around.
"E-tay... Oo-day... Moo-may!" the Furby squeaks. "Me... E-day!"
"Its name is E-day!" the little girl giggles. "According to the Furbish dictionary, that means 'Dance!' How cute!"
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ANOTHER FLASHBACK, TWO WEEKS LATER THAN THE OTHER ONE...
"Me...dance! Me... boogie!" E-day squeaks, rocking back and forth on the desk. "Doo, doo, DOO! Doo, doo, DOO!"
"Oh, shut up already!" the same little girl whines, concentrating on her homework. "I've got to get some work done!"
"Me hungry! Me want eat!" E-day squeaks again.
"Please! Shut up! Go to sleep or something!" the girl begs. "This assignment is due tomorrow!"
The Furby opens its mouth to be fed. "AAH! AAH!"
"I SAID NO!" the girl shrieks. She finally picks up the Furby, marches into the closet, and throws it as hard as she can against the wall. The Furby breaks through the flimsy drywall, and tumbles down through the stories of the building to who-knows-where.
"Oops..." the girl says, biting her lip. "Well... at least I can do my homework now!"
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YET ANOTHER FLASHBACK- 41 YEARS LATER: The Year 2040- Tokyo
Something is terribly, terribly wrong... The entire city is shaking like an earthquake has struck beneath it. Cars, homes, and buildings lie abandoned, and there is almost no one left... all the residents of the city have fled.
The AD Police building has been overrun with Rogue Boomers... And a great, quivering, worm-like mass of mutated metal and living technology has forced its way out of the ground and through the building.
All over the city thousands of snake-like ends of the power system known as the "Dragon Line" are reaching up from the ground, destroying buildings, cars, and causing everything Boomer to go rogue and begin melding itself to anything electric to feed off its power.
Giant mantis-looking creatures, the "failed experiments" of the Genom Corporation are emerging from the sewers and feasting on the destructed metal and electricity.
The only building that remains unharmed is the Silky Doll lingerie shop, and the home of the Stingray family- Sylia, her brother Mackey, and their butler, Henderson. Because Sylia has some sort of strange hatred of the Boomers, she refuses to allow anything Boomer into her home. Unfortunately... she has failed.
Dozens of them are diving into the swimming pool on her roof, where her high-tech security system has failed. They break through the glass walls and get inside, beginning to meld themselves to all of the Stingray's electronic possessions.
The Stingrays and the other three Knight Sabers as well as Meisio Henderson, Leon McNichol and Nigel Kirkland make a break for the roof as quickly as they can. They barely escape with their lives as another arm of the Dragon Line breaches the ground through the building and saps all of its power for its master, Galatea.
But as the Knight Sabers and the others flee for their lives to a park unaffected by the plague, they fail to notice the strange crackling noises coming from the walls of the Silky Doll...
"E... TAY... OO... DAY... EE... MAY... KOO... BLAY... MWEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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"Galatea!" Sylia said again. "She must have done this... The Furby must have been lost in the walls of the building from all the way back in 1999... And when Galatea spread the Sotay Phenomenon through the city, it must have warped the Furby's primitive mechanics into this mind-controlling monster!"
"Who knew your building was that old?" shrugged Nene. "Did it already have all the secret rooms and big built-in swimming pools when you moved in?"
Sylia threw Nene a look. Then she locked her vision back on the Furby. "Look at it... its sinister little face..."
The Furby began to talk. Sylia put her hands on her ears and screamed. "SHUT UP!"
"Sylia..." Linna said quietly. "It doesn't look that dangerous to me..."
The Furby had begun muttering nonsense gibberish- "Furbish" to itself and appeared not to have heard the Knight Sabers approaching.
"Me... hungry!" the Furby squeaked.
"STOP IT!" Sylia shrieked. "STOP IT, YOU MONSTER!"
"Whoa- Sylia, calm down!" Priss said quickly. "Just... approach it very carefully."
"You GUYYYS!" Linna whined. "I already said that it didn't look that dangerous!"
"Neither did Galatea!" Nene shivered.
"Oh puh-lease Nene... those vicious red eyes, that green lipstick, all those jellyfish-looking things all around her?" Priss shot back.
"Well, look at that thing!" Linna groaned, rolling her eyes. "It's furry! It's kind of... OK, it's not really that cute, but hey- we'd better kill it anyway!"
Sylia threw a glare of hatred at the Furby, and barked, "Priss, ankle-bomb it."
With that, the Furby's head began to spin around, and it said in a eerily familiar voice, "What's the matter, dear sister? Don't you recognize me?"
Sylia froze in absolute terror. "Wh-WHAT?!"
"It's me, Sylia... Galatea..."
"The FURBY is GALATEA?!" Nene shrieked.
"No! It can't be!" Sylia screamed. "You're lying!"
"You're wrong, Sylia... I am the future. I cannot be destroyed. As long as there are Boomers who are loyal to me in the city of Tokyo... I shall live again!"
"I get it now!" Linna spat. "Galatea was able to transmit her consciousness into the Furby!"
"You're wasting your time, sister Sylia... You will all be destroyed, and the new species shall begin its reign..."
"We'll see about that!" Priss snapped, giving the Furby a swift kick with an ankle bomb.
BOOM!
The Furby smashed into a hundred pieces, and the glow from its eyes shut off.
"Eat my dust, you little creep." Priss snarled.
The glowing pink shell remained, however, and the pedestrians and construction workers were still transfixed by the glow.
"Look! Priss smashed it!" Nene said happily, pointing to what was once a Furby. Two little eyes were still peering out at the Knight Sabers.
"Well, it's dead now... so let's get outta here!" Priss snapped.
"No! If it's dead, how come it's still glowing?" Sylia burst out.
Suddenly, a small mechanical noise pierced through the silence of the night, making all four of the Knight Saber's blood run cold...
"You think I can be destroyed that easily?" the evil voice boomed again.
"AACK!" Nene shrieked, pointing over to where the Furby had been.
There, instead of a pile of plastic bits, was a fully-assembled Furby with glowing pink eyes...
"IT'S ALIVE AGAIN!" she squealed. "IT'S ALIVE AGAIN!"
"That's IT!" Sylia shrieked, piercing through the Furby's tiny body with the blade on her arm. "Why won't you just DIE and leave us alone Galatea?! You were a mistake! You never should have been created!"
There was a short shower of sparks from the newly-made hole in the Furby, and the murmuring shorted out. Suddenly, the metal of the Furby grew back together into a whole piece, trapping Sylia's arm blade inside its tiny body.
"IT'S STUCK ON MY ARM!" Sylia cried, shaking wildly.
"EWW Get it off!" Nene wailed.
Sylia flung her arm as hard as she could, and the blade sliced the Furby in half like a knife through butter.
Both sides clunked to the ground and were still.
The four of them all sighed, and Sylia retracted her blade. "Disgusting little monster."
She was interrupted by a small electrical pulsing in the air. Tiny, slimy tentacles reached out from both sides of the Furby, intertwining and binding and pulling the two halves together again.
"Oh my God..." Linna gasped.
"E... tay... oo... day..." it whispered menacingly.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE, DAMN YOU?" Sylia screamed.
The Furby jerked its head, and then repeated in Sylia's voice, "WHY WON'T YOU DIE, DAMN YOU?"
"Why are you doing this!?" Linna (always the sensible one) cried, ejecting her cutters.
"I've explained it so many times. It is not logical to say it again." Furby replied. "I am the new version- the mother of the new species. Your humans must realize that your time is up! It is time to move over and allow me to take my place!"
"You'll never get away with this!" Sylia snarled, relinquishing her arm blade.
"Foolish sister..." Galatea/Furby beeped, laughing sinisterly.
Nene aimed her shooters at it. "Say your prayers, you little monster!"
"Quit joking around! It's time to die!" Priss said, preparing another ankle bomb.
"Foolish humans." Furby giggled maniacally. "You cling to life so desperately. Give in... join me, and I will spare you... I will give you time to think about it."
"You're insane, you soulless demon!" Sylia screamed.
"I've got it!" Priss cried, running off back towards K's Garage.
"PRISS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Nene shouted.
"You'll see!"
"Steady... Steady... a little more... NOW!"
Priss slammed on the gas of the Motoslave, sending into reverse, when it hit something large with a KATHUMP.
Seconds later...
KATHUMP.
"Did I get it?" Priss asked, looking over her shoulder.
"IT'S STILL MOVING!"
KATHUMP.
KATHUMP.
"Nope, not yet!"
KATHUMPKATHUMPKATHUMP.
"This isn't working!"
"E-may boo tay!"
"Shut up!" snapped Priss, sending the Motoslave into neutral again. "We've got to think of something else."
"And if I just configure these switches, then... AHA! Here we go! And now the fun part!" Nene grinned wickedly, pressing the little red button on her gauntlet.
A pair of speakers hooked up to the Furby began to play "It's A Small World" on loop.
"And... this is supposed to kill it... HOW?" Priss snapped.
"WHA? I tried to make it self destruct!" Nene cried indignantly.
"I think that music is going to kill US!" Linna whined, covering her ears.
"I cannot be deprogrammed. I was not created for such a purpose." Galatea stated simply.
Linna dumped the contents of the package (some sort of thick, gooey slop) onto the Furby, and then ran over to a locked gate near the Silky Doll ruins where the Furby was still standing.
"I learned this out in the country!" Linna snickered proudly. She pulled open the gate, and...
A pack of vicious Dobermans raced out of the gate, leaped upon Furby, and began ripping it to shreds.
"Wow!" Nene said in awe.
"... Interesting..." Sylia said in surprise.
"What the he- er, what was in that package?" asked Priss.
"Bacon grease," Linna said simply.
"WAIT A SEC! Do you honestly expect the readers to believe that you found both a large package of bacon grease AND a pack of vicious Dobermans in less than three minutes? COME ON!" Nene whined. "We were pushing it with the suits, and the whole Furby thing is right on the edge... but that's just silly!"
"SHHH! Nene!" Linna hissed.
The Dobermans licked their lips in content, and scampered off back to their gated yard.
The Furby lay naked and soaking wet with slobber in the middle of the ruins.
"Whoa! Linna, it worked!" Priss laughed.
"Amazing!" Sylia gasped.
Suddenly, with a push of its tiny legs, the Furby pushed itself up onto its feet and shook off. "You are wasting valuable earth-conquering time." Galatea murmured.
"We've got to kill her before she..." Sylia sobbed.
"I've got it..." Priss growled. "It's not a very good idea, and we're going to regret it, but... I'll try it..."
"This has got to work!" Priss said triumphantly.
"We tried this in episode 23... it didn't work then, it won't work now!" Linna whined.
"Hold your neck still, or it'll snap." Nene ordered.
Sylia stood back, watching, as Priss and Nene slammed Linna's head and her cutters into the Furby again and again, crushing it into bits.
"Did it work?" she called.
"It should have, Linna's head is so dense it..."
"HEY!"
"Sorry, it's true."
"NO! NO! NO! NONONONO! It's STILL ALIVE!" Nene cursed, stomping her feet in rage.
"You humans are fools! I cannot be destroyed! Why do you refuse your destiny?" Galatea said dangerously.
"That's it... I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but..." Sylia said, grabbing the Furby. "I'll be back in a moment."
"Where are you going?" Linna asked worriedly.
"Up that building!" Sylia said, launching up towards the top of the skyscraper.
She stared down at the red, blue, and green armored Knight Sabers below her, and Sylia took a deep breath.
"Prepare to die, you evil thing from hell..." she snarled.
"If you join me, Sister Sylia, you will never have to die... Humans can be assimilated..." Furby replied.
"I don't think so..." Sylia said, raising her arm. "BURN IN HELL!"
...woooooooooooo0000000000000O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0O0OOOOO0000OOOOOOOOOoooooooooo...
WHAAAM!
When Sylia reached the bottom of the building again, she joined her three comrades in staring at the crater in the ground where Furby had landed. They had all raised the visors of their helmets to look at the very smashed Furby.
"You did it, Sylia!" Nene cooed happily.
"Another one bites the dust..." Priss snickered.
"Woohoo!" Linna cheered.
Sylia took a deep breath, and pushed up the visor of her helmet. "Good... the last remnants of my sister are gone for good!"
"What did I tell you before, dear sister?"
"AAGGGHHH!" all four of them screamed.
"I am tired of waiting. I will destroy you, and your puny planet shall come under my control. And your manicures, your pathetic HUMAN manicures... will be destroyed."
The pink glow shot out of the crater, and all four Knight Sabers clutched their heads in agony, collapsing to the ground.
It felt like fire was racing through their veins. Everything the fire touched immediately throbbed with merciless, endless pain. But the pain was nowhere worse than their cuticles. The steady pulling and tearing of hangnails...
"MYYYY MANICUUUUURE!" Linna wailed.
"It is time, sister Sylia... I failed the first time, but it is at last time for me to take what is rightfully mine..." Galatea said. "I have remained in this weak body for too long. It is time to rejoin with my prototype... My dear brother Mackey..."
"No!" Sylia and Nene shrieked simultaneously, over the throbbing, endless pain.
A tentacle shot out of the Furby's body and over to Sylia's screaming form, reaching into her pocket (Wait a sec- do hardsuits have pockets?) and pulling out her phone...
Then, in a perfect imitation of Sylia's voice, the Furby dialed a number and spoke. "Mackey! Mackey, you've got to come quickly!"
"What is it, Sylia?! Are you in danger?"
"It's overpowered us, Mackey! You've got to help us!" Furby said, smiling evilly.
Sylia reached helplessly for the hellish monster, trying to scream at her brother. "No! Mackey... stay away!" she gasped.
"You're at the Silky Doll, right?"
"Yes! Hurry Mackey! I don't know how much longer we can last!"
"Right, Sylia! I'll be there as fast as I can!"
"MACKEY!" Sylia screeched. "NO!"
But the line was dead. The tentacle curled up, smashing the phone into bits. "Of course," Galatea said calmly, "You cannot still be alive when the prototype arrives..."
Four more tentacles shot out of the Furby's hairless body, and wrapped themselves around the legs of the Knight Sabers, melding into their suits.
All at once, the pain stopped. Shuddering, the Knight Sabers each took a wheezing breath, and their suit began to glow eerily blue.
"What... what's happening..." Nene wailed.
"Oh God... she's... taking control of our suits..." Sylia gasped. "Don't let her do it... DON'T give in!"
Echoing voices filled Sylia's head. Voices from her past, voices she wished she would never hear again. Fighting off the illusions, Sylia struggled to breath. "STOP IT! STOP IT GALATEA!"
"I'm sorry... the Doctor is very busy right now... You must leave immediately..."
"I must speak to my husband! And you tell me we're supposed to leave, like nothing's happened?"
"Papa?"
"Come on Sylia! Your father says he doesn't need you anymore!"
"PAPA!"
Priss growled in defiance. "Let GO of my BRAIN!" She was too weak to fight off the tentacles, gradually absorbing themselves into her suit...
Nene fought against everything in her brain that told her to lie down and die. She fought wildly to move her arm, her neck. She had to stop her... Nene knew all too well what would happen when Mackey arrived... Visions flashed through her head, knowledge of what had happened- and what would happen.
"No! Mackey, you can't do that! Save your strength, you're going to kill yourself!"
"Goodbye... Nene..."
And then the shadow of a teenager, lying on the ground like a broken toy...
Linna screamed, and tried to control her shaking body. Fight it! I've got to! she thought frantically. I can't let Galatea...
"Your mother was very sick, Sylia... she hadn't been the person she was for a long time... I promise I'll take good care of you... But you have to help me with something first..."
"All you have to do is sleep for a little while..."
"It's too late, sister Sylia..." Galatea said, as the Furby's mouth started to mumble gibberish. "The prototype has arrived..."
"NO!" Sylia screamed. "NOOO!"
Mackey screeched to a stop, dropping his bicycle in the mud. "Oh my... Sylia!" he screamed.
The Furby's eyes lit up, and the tentacles lifted the limp bodies of the Knight Sabers into the air. Speaking in Sylia's voice, it screamed, "HELP ME, MACKEY!"
Mackey ran as fast as he could, staring in awe at the sight. The Furby in the center, glowing pink, and the steadily deforming hardsuits floating around it...
"Sylia!" he cried. "What... what am I supposed to do?!"
"What you were programmed to do..." Galatea replied, in her true voice. Yet another tentacle shot out from the Furby's body, and it snagged Mackey by the arm.
"GALATEA!" he screamed.
"Dear Brother..." Galatea said in a dangerous whisper. "You know where you belong... The failed experiments must lead to the more successful ones..."
Mackey looked around frantically, and threw the tentacle off of himself. "Get away from me!"
"We belong in the same body, Mackey..." Galatea said calmly. "You know that... It shall be so much easier... once you have rejoined..."
Mackey gasped in horror, as tiny wires began to shoot out of his hands, wiggling and looking for something to plug into.
"NO!" he screamed. "No, Galatea, stop it! I don't want to join you!"
"It is useless to fight..." Galatea said, forcing the Furby's lips into a smile. "You too, are a Sotay, dear brother... Your purpose is to rise- to eliminate the human threat and to begin a new species' rule..." The Furby stared at Mackey with those demonically cute eyes, and it opened its mouth again and again murmuring, "ME WUV YOU! ME WUV YOU!"
"Get away from me!" Mackey screamed, fighting away the tentacle rising from the Furby. "I don't wanna start a new species! I want to be human!"
"Don't be a fool..." Galatea said nonchalantly. "Humans are weak. You, Mackey, were created to be more than a weak, pathetic human..."
"And what about Sylia?!" Mackey cried, kicking away at another tentacle inching its way towards him.
The Furby's eyes flashed. "Sylia... is a fool, dear brother... She refuses to join with us... To join with me, inside the Furby... Sylia is a fool..."
"No freakin' way, Galatea! For 2 reason! 1. I care about these humans! and 2. You say 'fool' a lot! And it's annoying!" Mackey yelled.
"With the body of this Furby, we can be unstoppable... and it is all open to you too, dear brother..."
"Furby... the Furby, of course!" Mackey cried.
Mackey made a wild dive for the crater in which the Furby was sitting, and he snatched it up, the wires plugging into it as he scrambled to avoid another tentacle. Suddenly, his brain was filled with thousands of pieces of seemingly useless data- building specifications for the tiny monstrosity, and in the center of it all the crouched silhouette of his sister Galatea.
"It has begun, Mackey..." she whispered. "Let go..."
"No way!" Mackey snarled. "I've got to save Sylia and Nene!"
Priss and Linna jerked their heads towards him.
"Er... all of them!" he added, and with a twitch of his hand he received the data he'd been looking for.
"Of course!" he cried triumphantly.
Mackey turned the Furby over, struggling against the nagging voice in his body that said, Join me, brother... it is futile to resist! You are my prototype, and you SHALL be assimilated!
"Leave Sylia ALONE!" Mackey screamed in rage, throwing open the battery door, and ripping out the Furby's batteries.
The eyes blinked, and Furby began mumbling nonsense gibberish. Galatea's voice cut over and over again into the background. "No- foolish- fool- fool- human- Sotay- human- useless- futile- resissssssssst..."
And the blinding pink light faded from around them. The tentacles dropped uselessly to the ground, followed by four crumpled hardsuits...
Mackey rubbed his hands in pain. The wires had disappeared- but scars remained. (Hey, that rhymes!)
Then he dropped on his knees to the ground next to the silver hardsuit, shaking it frantically. "Sylia... Sylia... you've got to wake up! Sylia!"
There was a soft groan, and Sylia shivered. "Mackey...?"
She sat up slowly, and pulled off the helmet of her hardsuit with shaking hands. Her soft blue hair tumbled all over the place. "What... what happened..."
"Galatea- she took control of your suits!" Mackey said.
"Mackey! What are you doing here?" Sylia snapped. "I told you never to-"
"Kill an evil Furby?" suggested Mackey, holding up the Furby.
Sylia was about to say something, but she froze with a look of confusion plastered on her face. "You..."
"I took out the batteries," Mackey said, shrugging.
"Were you out of your mind!? Galatea was aiming for one thing and one thing only, Mackey- YOU! And you came out here and risked your life..."
"To save you, Sylia?" Mackey smiled weakly.
Sylia burst into tears and embraced her brother, sobbing weakly. "Mackey... thank you..."
They both heard a muffled grunt from the blue hardsuit nearby. Priss yanked off her helmet, her wild hair looking a bit more disheveled than usual. "What the hell- Er... heck just happened?"
"Galatea- she took control of your suits!" Mackey said.
"Mackey! What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Priss snapped. "You don't got a suit or anything, and you might have-"
"Killed an evil Furby?" suggested Mackey, holding up the Furby.
Priss was about to say something, but she froze with a look of confusion plastered on her face.
The green hardsuit nearby suddenly gave a jerk, and Linna grabbed her side. "Ow... I got a cramp..." She sat up, pulling off her helmet, and mumbled, "What happened..."
"Galatea- she took control of your suits!" Mackey said.
"Mackey! What are you doing here?" Linna snapped. "What if Galatea had gotten you, you probably would have-"
"Killed an evil Furby?" suggested Mackey, holding up the Furby.
Linna was about to say something, but she froze with a look of confusion plastered on her face.
And finally, from the other side of the crater came a faint moan from the pink hardsuit.
"Nene!" Mackey gasped, pulling away from Sylia and helping Nene to pull off her helmet as well.
Nene gave a feeble cough, and opened her big brown eyes. "What... what happened..."
"Galatea- she took control of your suits!" Mackey said.
"Mackey!? What are you doing here?" Nene snapped. "You could have-"
"Killed an evil Furby?" suggested Mackey, holding up the Furby.
Nene was about to say something, but she froze with a look of confusion plastered on her face. "Mackey, you killed it? HOW?"
"I took out the batteries," Mackey shrugged. "What else?"
Nene looked at Linna. Linna looked at Sylia. Sylia looked at Priss, and Priss shrugged.
"Well... how the hell were we supposed to know?"
"But oh, Mackey! Thank God you're OK!" Nene wailed. "I never want to see a Furby again in my lifetime!"
"And Galatea- what happened to her?" Linna asked worriedly.
"She's probably still trapped inside the brain of the Furby," Mackey explained. "There's no way she can control it if there's no power source, so we should- GAH!"
That was Nene, glomping Mackey and giving him a big, fat, LONG kiss!
Mackey screamed.
Sylia and Linna laughed, and Priss rolled her eyes. "Nene, you get weirder and weirder everyday..."
"Speaking of weirder and weirder, you'd better call Leon and tell him you're OK, Priss!" Linna said smugly.
Priss turned completely red and for once had nothing to say.
A few minutes later, the folks of Tokyo enjoyed one more large bonfire with a Furby as the main ingredient. And the Knight Sabers and Mackey set off on the way back to K's Garage for the night.
"There's one thing I don't understand, Mackey..." Nene said, pulling his arm over her shoulder. "When you plugged into Furby, didn't Galatea try to assimilate you again?"
"Yeah, but it didn't work," Mackey explained.
"Even Galatea has to wait long and annoying download periods, after all," Sylia added.
Linna scratched her head. "But... Mackey, wasn't that dangerous? Do you think you might have any after-effects?"
"Naaah," Mackey shrugged. "I don't think so. We weren't connected that long."
"Well, good. I'd say what you need is some sleep," Sylia said comfortingly.
"I think we all could use a nap!" Nene sighed.
Priss shuffled her feet and kicked a rock. "Well I'M just glad that we never have to hear from that Galatea hag ever again. Don't you agree, Sylia?"
"Oh, you have NO idea..." Sylia groaned.
"E...tay... oo... day... loo... may..."
"What was that, Mackey?"
"Huh? What was what?"
"Erm... nevermind..."
Another day, another dollar, another mission... THIS one was a doozy. All I can say is I'm glad those morons back in 1999 never tried to make anything that improved upon Furby... Mind-reading fuzzy things are quite scary enough, thank you... And it's not like they ever invented little virtual robot dogs or cats or parrots or flowerpots, or anything. Man, 20th century people were WEIRD. And speaking of weird, I SHOULD give Leon a call... I wonder how his new Disney mascot costume gig is going. Oh crap, I just broke a nail...
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