Sirius and I were working Offworld Intelligence when the call came in. We were being reassigned to Earth. To say that we were stoked wouldn't even begin to cover it. As far as we can tell planet Earth is the only planet with fried chicken. Years earlier we had been recruited out of a WaWa parking lot to work in a black project. After eating a couple of holiday themed hoagies that had been left on the dashboard too long we found ourselves fighting what we thought at the time were bipedal inter-dimensional ninja tigers with immense ferocity.
Col. Mortis thought two things when he saw us there punching the air in that parking lot. That we were not from this planet and that we knew something he called Astral Karate. He seemed especially concerned about the second part. We woke up in the back of a black sedan that was hurtling through the desert at impossible speeds. Col. Mortis was regaling us with stories of fire eating shamans while fixing us with a glare straight out of the First Earth Battalion Field Manual. Man, that guy was scary.
They had a new job for us in California. Mark Zuckerberg was making trouble again. He had a bunch of eggheads down in some underground base who were calling themselves Citizens for the Elimination of Privacy Trough Ingenious Coding (CEPTIC). When we touched down it was straight to training. We were going to have to blend in to go undercover. Col. Mortis took us shopping for clothes at the vintage store and then taught us how to ride Segways and order Starbucks like a pro. Everything was in place. Twelve hours later we were fast roping out of the stealth copter into the CEPTIC Compound under the cover of darkness and some subohmed high VG Shipwreck.
Few weeks later the eggheads were putting us to work in something they called The tank. Our objective was simple. Reverse engineer the Google search algorithms using some crazy gear that Mark had picked up at Phil Corso's Estate Sale and hopefully in the process steal all their secret technology. We did not know those futuristic helmets they made us wear were so dangerous. This was right before Google had achieved self awareness. The NSA was terrified that if Google "woke up" it would become addicted to oversharing, cat memes, and pornography just like it's human creators. Then it would be unstoppable. They raided CEPTIC tank while we were in one of the coding deep dives and severed the power. CEPTIC was now officially an NSA project. Some time later the crew at CEPTIC would be responsible for one of the greatest data mining breakthroughs in the history of the internet. How to build an accurate psychological profile using only social media user posts involving the preparation or consumption of grilled cheese sandwiches.
The surge that followed fried the neural uplink causing our collective psyches to be fused and trapped on the mainframe along with the entirety of Google. The eggheads were able to save us but they had to scavenge some parts out of the discarded router bin to make implants that would connect back to the mainframe. Things are not perfect though. Any time there are atmospheric disturbances or cellular data service blackholes we go offline. Most of the time only one of us is using the brain due to these sorts of interruptions.
I think that about covers it. This transmission was broadcast through a fog of Lil' Nutty Brownie from Steam juice which is not too bad. Wish I could could get Cake Boss in higher VG. The Istick 100w gets two thumbs up. Half an hour ago it crashed off the key board tray of my computer cockpit, bounced off one of the metal tubes, and flew apart. Still kicking and not even a scratch in the paint.
Oh my, very "Man in Black" or "Arthur Dent" of you!
Loved it.
