I hope you’re all continuing to enjoy Reboot: Breaking the Barriers, written by Carrie L— long ago, and turned into Mystery Science Theater 3000 fan fiction by me a little less long ago. This whole MiSTing should be gathered at this link for your convenient reading.
The story so far: Carrie has fallen through a weird portal into her computer and, more, the world of pioneering computer-animated cartoon Reboot. She’s met up with the heroes and they’re all getting along great. So all she needs is to get home again — and hey, there’s some kind of roaming tear in space puttering around the digital world. Might be worth checking out.
I lived in Singapore when I wrote this, which is why there’s references to Mos Burger (a hamburger place, with some neat rice-bun burgers that I miss). The reference to Guardian and Watsons is about a couple of pharmacy chains. Bennie the Ball is one of the supporting cats from Top Cat, a series I figured was consigned to obscurity by the early 2000s. The Retlaw Plant poisoned Mr Sulu in an episode of the original Star Trek cartoon that Walter Koenig wrote. (Get the name yet?)
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> Part Fourteen
JOEL: See, and that’s just thirteen dots, for chapter fourteen.
CROW: That’s eleven dots.
JOEL: No, that was … wait …
> The structure they approached was stunning yet foreboding at
> the same time.
TOM: Sounds like the Registrar’s office.
> Carrie knew this place well, and her knowledge of
> it made her nervous and apprehensive. As they crossed the border,
> Carrie’s throat constricted.
CROW: Oh no! The "Mouse" bracelet is taking over!
> *Silicon Tor,*
JOEL: Younger brother of Gigan Tor.
TOM: Next-door neighbor to Phosphorus Tor.
> she thought, *The home of
JOEL: All our servings come in three sizes, bit, byte, and megabyte.
> A shiver went through her as she thought of the things
> Megabyte would do to them if her caught them in his territory.
CROW: He might force them to watch his vacation slides.
> wonder if he can infect sprites?* she thought,
TOM: Sprite, Dr Pepper, Pepsi Twist…
> then turned away from
> such thoughts. It wouldn’t help to be negative now.
CROW: No negatives? Are you positive?
JOEL: Neither. She’s a Carrie bit.
> Carrie looked over at Bob. He was intently studying the map
> Glitch was displaying.
CROW: You Are Here … Ah, there’s the Mos Burger … Walden’s … Pet Safari … ah, pathway into other reality, right next to the As Seen On TV store.
> he stood Glitch down, then turned to Carrie.
> "It’s just ahead."
TOM: It’s the big tear-shaped thing.
> he whispered, then moved forward, turning into an
JOEL: I can’t get enough of that "morph" trick.
> Carrie followed behind him. When she turned the corner, her
> eyes were bombarded by a bright light.
TOM: And long-lost relatives standing nearby…
> Shading her eyes, she took in
> a sight she was strangely happy to see.
CROW: It looks just like a puppy dog!
> The tear was now stationary
> and was as stable as a tear could really be.
TOM: And it will lead them back to the Alpha quadrant!
> It was impressive to see
> this form of energy up close for the first time.
CROW: Boy, it’s like we’re right here.
> "Glitch," Bob said, "Key direct portal to energy transport
> beam in the Chalo Omega system."
JOEL: Chalo Omega … didn’t he rule the Autobots before Optimus Prime?
> He aimed Glitch at the tear and it
> flew out. As it approached it, the tear transformed into a silvery
> sphere with Glitch attatched to the front.
TOM: [ As Glitch ] Yeee–aaaaaahhhh — JANE! STOP THIS CRAZY THING!
> On the other side, seen
> through Glitch was an orange beam of energy.
JOEL: They’ve tapped into the Orange Julius dimension!
> Bob looked over at
> Carrie. "This is the only place we could find that could bring you
TOM: You *do* live in a pumpkin, right?
> he told her. "Phong says that the computer attatched to the end
> of this beam should be yours."
CROW: It *should* be, but it’s too danged lazy.
> Carrie smiled. "Thank you." she said, "For everything."
JOEL: And, hey … call sometime, OK?
> returned her smile, and offered her his hand. She took it gently,
> expecting to recieve a warm handshake.
CROW: You suppose if she downloaded some MP3’s right now then when she gets back she’ll never get them out of her head?
> Instead, she suddenly found
> herself in Bob’s arms.
JOEL: She was shrinking, and kind of liked it.
> She stiffly wrapped her arms around him,
> returning his friendly embrace.
TOM: He’s showing a lot of affection for not knowing who she is.
> Stepping back, he placed his hands on
> her shoulders. "Good luck." he whispered, his eyes shining.
CROW: Will she stay blue and digital when she gets back to Canada?
> worry," Carrie said, "I’ll visit the next time my computer decides to
> swallow me whole."
TOM: Isn’t there a bandwidth issue in computers swallowing people?
> Bob smiled. "Well," he said, "I guess this is
JOEL: I bet there’s a surprise coming right up.
> "Oh, not just yet."
CROW: You haven’t filled out your complimentary survey card.
> A deep, velvet voice intoned behind them.
TOM: They’re being attacked by melTorme.com!
> "I haven’t been introduced to your friend, Guardian."
JOEL: Or your rival, Watsons.
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CROW: See? It’s eleven dots.
JOEL: It’s a tough market for dots this year.
> Part Fifteen
> Before she could react to what was happenng,
CROW: We took a break for a word from these sponsors.
> Carrie found
> herself being lifted off the ground by a grip of steel.
TOM: That’s *buns* of steel, thank you.
> She tried to
CROW: That’s your standard response.
> but a large viral hand clamped over her mouth and spun her
TOM: Being twirled by salmonella … that’s no responsible way to live.
> Carrie looked up to find herself staring into the mesmerising
> red on green
CROW: Ho ho ho!
> eyes of Megabyte.
JOEL: [ As Megabyte ] Oh, I’m not *that* Mega … you’re too kind.
> "Really, Bob." Megabyte rumbled,
TOM: Bill Daly cracks down.
> rude." Carrie grabbed Megabyte’s arm and pulled at it futally.
CROW: [ As Carrie ] I hope I wasn’t out of line with that crack about the gorillas.
> he did was laugh, amused by her terror.
JOEL: Megabyte needs more hobbies.
> "Let her go, Megabyte!" Bob shouted, aiming Glitch at him.
> Megabyte looked at him. "No, I don’t think so." he said.
TOM: They have the same fight every *week*. The marriage counselor is this close to giving up.
> "Now, you
> do as I ask,
JOEL: Not as I do.
> or your friend suffers an early erasure."
CROW: That’s a threat we haven’t heard before.
> He turned
> Carrie around so she was facing Bob,
TOM: He’s aiming her for Dish TV.
> then held his free hand above her
CROW: Big bucks … no whammies …
> As his hand began to descend towards Carrie, Bob
> lowered his arm.
> "Alright!" he said, "What do you want?" Megabyte
> chuckled richly. "Oh, it’s very minor."
[ CROW looks at JOEL. ]
> he drawled, "I want what
> every virus wants from a Guardian, your keytool." Carrie’s eyes
> widened in fear.
TOM: See, that would’ve been my third guess.
> *No!* she thought, *Don’t give it to him!*
CROW: Spit on it first, then he’ll be too grossed out to take it.
> started struggling and kicking,
TOM: [ As Curly ] Whum – WHUM wulluwullwull.
> trying to break free, or at least
> distract Megabyte long enough for Bob to get them out of there.
JOEL: Hey, look, a big distracting thing!
> As it turned out, she didn’t need to.
TOM: Megabyte suddenly remembered a big dental appointment.
> Suddenly, a large bolt
> of bright red energy slammed into Megabyte’s chest.
JOEL: A tip for young writers: Story stalled out? Get it going again with a random explosion.
> It threw him off
> balance long enough for a fast moving figure to get in front of him.
CROW: Speedy Gonzales, hooray!
> With a sudden swipe of a long, pale green blade protruding from it’s
TOM: Oh, this better not be Wesley Snipes.
> the figure pushed Megabyte through the portal.
> Megabyte let go of Carrie’s mouth, but succeded in grabbing
> her arm.
> With a scream of terror, Carrie reached out to Bob as she
> was pulled in after Megabyte.
TOM: Hey, isn’t this the cliffhanger from "Beast Wars"?
> "Nooo!" Bob shouted. Then he whirled
> to face the figure. "Look what you’ve done!"
JOEL: And all over the floor!
> he yelled. The figure
> moved suddenly
CROW: And a pirate ship appeared over the horizon.
> and Bob found himself suspended against the wall with
> the end of a large blade against his throat.
TOM: [ Sheepishly ] "I didn’t mean you *personally*"…
> "Look, Guardian," the
> figure breathed, "I just saved you from deletion.
JOEL: So hurry up and get to making that CD-ROM backup of yourself.
> Don’t force me do
> it myself." Bob looked down at this person.
CROW: You shouldn’t be looking down at people.
> He was wearing a grey
> outfit with gold trim and gloves. He had pale green skin with blue
> triangular markings.
TOM: So a Retlaw plant joined the Superfriends?
> His hair was white with two blue and red
> streaks, but the most stunning part about him was his face.
JOEL: Mister Potato-Head?
> features were feline with black on red eyes.
TOM: Bennie the Ball — Cybercop!
> He had the same
> triangular markings on his cheeks.
CROW: His cheeks are not to be stood on.
> "I didn’t have to save you, now
> did I?"
JOEL: No, but it’s wise to save a little extra Bob in case of a rainy day.
> As he spoke, Bob noticed large fangs and pointed teeth.
> one kind of creature looked like that, a feline virus.
TOM: So ThunderCat Cheetara became a Microsoft Word macro?
> "Where did you come from?" Bob asked.
JOEL: Nowhere particular.
CROW: Man, I wish I was you.
> The virus dropped him.
> "That is not important." he said.
TOM: What is important is can’t you see what I’m trying to tell you, I *love* you?
> "Your friend is." Turning, he
> headed toward the shadows, retracting his blades into his wrists.
JOEL: [ Yelping in pain ] Gee-yow! That *hurts*! What was I *think*ing?
> "Wait!" Bob said, "What’s your name?" he asked.
TOM: If he’s Batman I’m gonna slap this story so hard —
> The figure paused
> long enough to glance over his shoulder. "Symble."
TOM: I think it’s pretty complex.
> He said, then
> vanished into the shadows.
CROW: And *that’s* my only line.
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JOEL: Holding at eleven spots before liftoff.
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