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Ikarus was currently online, his character resting in the usual solitary sill of the window high up in the outer dungeon of Δ Oblivious Territorial Virus, his safehouse. However, Ikarus' consciousness was currently IRL, in control of his stolen human body offline. The strange area online was the place where the program's basic data was safest, and so he tended to leave his character here in the equivalent of a trance when he was focusing his attention offline.
The virus' PC body rested languidly in the window, one leg up against the vertical wall inside of the sill, the other slightly bent and supporting his loosely held left arm. White eyes covered by an FMD stared blankly into space, focused on the image in the visor of a young lavender-haired man sitting among several boys, who were laughing and joking about some obscene thing or another. As the human ears provided audio input, the virus' programming, like spyware in the brain, uploaded the data and then compared it to previously gathered information, making connections, saving progress, and creating an appropriate response based on experience, all within a few milliseconds. In other words, Ikarus was learning. Studying human behavior and learning to mimic it, just as he did every day, as his programming dictated because it said that blending in was the best way to survive.
And at the moment, that was all that mattered.
(( Ikarus is my .hack OC. He's an AIDA/virus, and now he's got a body IRL too! Go Ikarus!)
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