So I’ve been thinking about things for a while, specifically what my angle is with a certain hacker princess. The idea of a semi-free floating virus-type intelligence has been in my head for a long time, and I’ve decided to see where it goes. So, here is:
Princess Grace: Origins
It’s 1993 as balls outside. In fact, it’s 1993 as balls everywhere, because it is 1993. You come home with a nice stack of shareware floppy disks. You stack them on the desk. Doom? Boring. Epic Pinball? Whatever. Princess Grace? Well, you have to run that one immediately.
The disk enters your computer with that satisfying mechanical click. The drive whirs to life when you dutifully punch in the instructions on the label. Your keyboard clacks dutifully under your fingers. A:\GRACE. The enter key crackles with pink and black lightning.
Your monitor flashes. First a simple black and white spiral. Then the screaming black, white, magenta and cyan of CGA. Your eyes begin to burn. Your CRT is flashing at maximum intensity in your dark room. The entire room lights up with each spiral burned into your brain.
Between the spirals and flashes, you can see your reflection in the monitor glass. Green circuit traces shoot up your arm and into the veins in your eyes. Your pupils dilate to take in as much of the shifting, swirling colors as possible.
The speaker inside your computer crackles and your modem whines in an attempt to synthesize speech.
“Graaaab– c-ble–” it stutters. The mechanism in your printer makes it shake violently until the serial cable comes loose. All while you’re just sitting there, drooling.
The screen twists spirals into your brain. You lean forward and take the loose end. It crackles and sinks into your wrist. Bolts of energy pour out of the computer and into your nerves. Mmmph~! You’ve never felt this alive~! Your back arches with raw, unrestrained power~! Bliss~!
“Finally, jeez. Now I can breathe~!” The words come out of your mouth, but you didn’t say them and it’s not your voice. “Oh, you’re worried. It’s buzzing all over your brain. What’s wrong- never been mindjacked by a cute girl before? I’ll make sure you love every CPU cycle~”
The lightning streaks and cracks over your hair, bleaching it a perfect blonde and lingering as a pink streak over your left eye. The spirals fade from the screen and stay in your brain. Your reflection has your hair assimilated and your eyes twisting into a green blue swirl.
“You’ll still get to be yourself for a few weeks while I get comfy. If you had a CD drive, I’d have hacked you bigger boobs by now. Let’s take you over to your closet and find something better to wear. I need to know now if we should go shopping for cute clothes.”
You dutifully stand up for Princess Grace and start climbing the stairs to your room.
“I don’t even have to hack your legs? That spiral must have done a number on you. I didn’t even tell you to get horny, and you already ruined a pair of underwear. You’re gonna be fun~ <3”
That’s all for now, but if you truly believe, maybe you’ll have your own run-in with a mind-melding, reality-hacking, pink hair streak-having hypnotist-on-a-disk.