Welcome back to my Mystery Science Theater 3000 fanfic treatment of Carrie L—‘s Reboot fanfic “Breaking The Barriers”. Everything posted from “Breaking the Barriers” should be at this link”. And all of my reposted MiSTings should be at this link, someday.
In the first part of this story, Carrie L—, Canadian author, admired how many things there were on the Internet. (Name partly redacted because this was a self-insertion fanfic and I don’t wish to force the author to be too easily embarrassed, if she would be.) Then came a mysterious error and she woke to discover she’s now one of those things. Join us now as she wakes to meet the cast of Reboot.
I don’t remember why I took on this MiSTing. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t only for the chance to toss in a bunch of old-time-even-then computer jokes. But it would be like me for that. Crow’s line about “Just go 4C E2 FC” is the machine language instructions for a Commodore 64 to reset the computer. There are a bunch of good dumb jokes I still like, such as Phong inquiring as to Carrie’s former appearance, or Joel’s energy shake. Hope you enjoy.
It was an article of Internet lore in the 90s that you could only get decaffeinated Mountain Dew in Canada. I don’t know whether that was true, or true in a shaded way, like, it only had less caffeine. But that’s what makes that line a correctly formed joke, which to a know-it-all like me is even better than a funny joke.
> Part Three
JOEL: The part of the third part will be known in this fanfic as the part of the third part.
> After a bit of confusion,
ALL: [ Muttering loudly to themselves, to the effect of "Where am I? Who are you? Where are we? What’s going on? Should we be doing something? ]
TOM: At some point she might want to ask how she got there.
> Carrie managed to calm down and was
> able to answer and ask questions normally.
CROW: [ As Carrie ] Oh, I dunno, what do you wanna do?
JOEL: [ As Bob ] I dunno. What do you wanna do?
> Looking up from the energy
> shake she had been given,
TOM: You’re sure I can’t get that supersized?
> Carrie found herself once again staring into
> those eyes.
JOEL: You have a liiiiiittle booger, right there.
> "You really are Bob, aren’t you?" she asked, sheepishly.
> "Last time I checked." he said, then he looked at her funny.
CROW: What was Mister Carlin telling you?
> "How do
> you know me?"
TOM: Let me count the ways.
> he asked, "I know you’re not from Mainframe." Looking
> back down at her energy shake,
JOEL: So she’s got no tea, right?
> Carrie tried to think of a good answer.
CROW: How would it be if I just spelled Mississippi?
> "Uh…well…you’re pretty well known where I come from."
TOM: In about the same way that Mister Spaceley is a leading industrialist back where she comes from.
> She said,
> then took a cautious sip of her shake.
JOEL: It was unlike any shake she had cautiously sipped before.
> It was as if she were drinking
> adrenaline or something.
TOM: MM-mmm. Endocrine solutions, just like Mom used to distill.
> Her whole body felt revitalized and her head
> started to clear. With a feeling of both surprise and pleasure, she
> started to gulp down the shake.
TOM: What the — no, get your head out of there! You’ll get stuck!
> "Whoa!" Bob said, "Be careful or you’re gonna choke!"
JOEL: Oh, and your face will freeze like that.
> her drink down, Carrie smiled shyly. "I’ve never tasted, or felt,
CROW: Or deliberately bathed in…
> anything like that before!" she said. "You mean you’ve never had an
> energy shake?"
JOEL: I think an energy shake would go something… like this.
[ ALL stand up and start wiggling around. ]
> Bob asked, surprised. "No," Carrie whispered, "They
> don’t have these where I come from."
TOM: Yeah, they decaffeinate Mountain Dew too.
> She looked back up at Bob, and
> found him staring at her.
CROW: Sooner or later, one of them has to blink.
> "Just where do you come from anyway?" He
TOM: Come from. Go to’s considered harmful.
> * * * * * * * *
> * * *
CROW: The barriers will never heal if you don’t stop picking at them.
> Part Four
> Carrie swallowed hard. How was she going to explain the fact
> that she was a user to Bob without him thinking
CROW: You could jingle your car keys and distract him.
> she was completely
JOEL: Don’t throw in an unpredictable series of digits?
> She glanced down at her feet,
TOM: [ As Carrie ] Wait a minute, *three*?
> thinking of something to say,
> when she realized that her shoes and clothes were all wrong.
CROW: They were *so* fifteen milliseconds ago.
> of her usual blue jeans and high-top runners, she was wearing black
> leather pants
JOEL: And felt-tip socks.
> and knee-high black boots. Each boot had a symbol
CROW: And vice-versa.
> crested at the top under the knee, a black and white bisected circle,
JOEL: The mark of the standardized test!
> impaled by a black and white diamond. She stretched her arms out and
> began to examine the sleeves of her shirt.
TOM: Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat!
CROW: But that trick *never* works!
> What had been a plain grey
> sweatshirt, was now a maroon bodysuit
CROW: Without that suit, she wouldn’t have a body at all.
> with chrome trim.
TOM: And huge fins and that Edsel horse-collar grille.
> Her hands,
> once the sun-kissed brown
JOEL: If the sun kissed me I’d probably get third degree burns.
> of a Native-Canadian, had instead become an
> aquamarine colour.
CROW: Of a Newfoundlander.
JOEL: Or one of Namor’s armies.
> With a starled gasp, she jumped off the couch and ran to the
> mirror on the other side of the room.
TOM: Bob keeps that mirror around so he can put on his makeup.
> The face that stared back at
> her bore the same aquamarine colour as her hands, and she now had
> metallic blue hair.
JOEL: I guess she’s going through her Blue Period.
TOM: She’s really got to *steel* herself for this look!
> Her lips were a deep turquoise
CROW: Two feet deep, in fact.
> and her eyes…
> fortunately, her eyes were still the same hazel that had always stared
> back at her.
CROW: She clashes with every conceivable color and style.
JOEL: Black, white, maroon, and turquoise. She’s become a CGA graphic.
> With a small shriek of disbelief, she turned to Bob who
> had come up beside her.
TOM: I hope he doesn’t frighten Miss Muffet away.
> "What’s wrong?" he asked, worried. "I don’t look the same!!"
CROW: Uh… wait… new haircut? Different dress?
> Carrie almost shouted. "What’s happened to me?" I…I…" She turned
> back to the mirror again,
TOM: [ As Carrie ] Oh, magic mirror, take me away from this all.
> and now noticed the same black and white
> bisected circle that was on her boots was also placed near her left
JOEL: So her neck’s become a boot?
> Reaching up to touch it,
TOM: If that’s a hot spot, she’s going to be in a lot of trouble.
> she looked at Bob’s worried face
> in the mirror.
CROW: It looks like a mirror, but it’s actually a web camera serving over five thousand people a day.
> "This is all wrong!" she whispered, "I’m not a
JOEL: You’d rather be a raster interrupt method?
> * * * * * * * *
> * *
TOM: There’s one now.
> Part Five
CROW: Part Five is alive!
> At Carrie’s shock and dismay at her appearence,
TOM: I like her appearance.
> and her
> insistance that she was not a sprite, Bob decided it would be a good
> idea to take her to see Phong.
TOM: It *was* a good idea…
ALL: At first.
> Upon arriving at the Principle Office,
> Phong took her to the Infirmary
CROW: Because they were on the Infirmaration Superhighway.
> to see if there was anything the
> scanners could pick up.
JOEL: Hey, those aren’t scanners, they’re just an alpha channel effect.
> As he ran the tests,
CROW: Carrie regretted not studying earlier.
> Phong began to ask
> Carrie questions.
JOEL: Live around here much?
TOM: If you were a natural-born human transported by freakish accident to the world inside the computer, how would you convince people you weren’t insane?
> "You say that you do not look as you are supposed to." Phong
> said, "May I inquire as to your former appearence?"
CROW: [ As Carrie ] Go right ahead.
TOM: [ As Phong ] What is your former appearance?
> Carrie stared up
> at the ceiling,
JOEL: [ As Carrie ] What the… there’s people dancing on it!
> and started to recount her human appearence to them,
TOM: [ As Phong ] So you were the most beautiful person we ever saw… and we’re drawn to your beautiful eyes, that are quiet pools of tranquility that still betray a deep secret and still penetrate our souls… any distinguishing features?
> being careful not to sound like she was crazy.
CROW: So she had to keep from honking.
> "Well, I had brown
> hair before,
JOEL: But not on my head!
> and my skin was a dark beige colour. My lips were not
> turquoise, more of a pink colour.
CROW: Carrie L—, for the new Color Trinitron.
> These aren’t even my clothes!" She
> sighed deeply,
TOM: Inhaling over four kilobytes of memory.
> and turned her head to look at Phong.
[ CROW makes a slow, squeaking, hinge-in-need-of-oil sound. ]
> "I know it
> sounds crazy," she said, "but you’ve gotta believe me.
TOM: [ As Phong ] Sure thing, Mister Napoleon.
> I don’t belong
> here, and I need to get back home."
CROW: She’s only been gone fifteen milliseconds and already her ISP’s disconnected her forty times.
> Bob looked over at her
JOEL: Good woman. Tasty.
> and gave
> her a look she didn’t quite understand.
TOM: He gives looks in Klingon.
> "I can try and get you home."
CROW: Just go ‘4C E2 FC’, ‘4C E2 FC’, ‘4C E2 FC’ while clicking your VIC-IIs together three times.
> he said, "The only thing is, I need to know where you’re from.
JOEL: And if you can pay half tolls.
> still haven’t told me."
TOM: Why, it almost makes me not want to trust the person I’ve never met before and know almost nothing about.
> Carrie swallowed hard,
CROW: There goes another 24 k of the stack.
> and looked up into his
TOM: As a sprite, would you feel more comfortable if we put you into a Snoopy Versus The Red Baron game?
> "Um.. well…I…you see," she stammered. From the look on his
JOEL: And the banner ad running across his forehead…
> she decided then and there, that she was going to have to tell
> him the truth,
JOEL: [ As Carrie ] This isn’t as cool as I thought it would be.
> no matter what the conciquences.
CROW: Is that the Canadian spelling?
TOM: That’s the Canadian misspelling.
> * * * * * * * *
> * * *
JOEL: They haven’t gotten very far building that wall.
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