Techpatch
Argue #1
In the beginning... the Digital Realm was a sacred place.
A world where Cyber Devices lived in harmony, connected through flawless code.
No wars. No corruption. Only peace within the endless flow of data.
Until he came...
Xaruma... the Malware.
Who emerged from the shadows of the system...
Bringing with him a virus that could not be stopped.
Likewise, he corrupted our code, tainted the foundation of our world...
He conquered our continents, turning us into slaves to his will... wiping out of life
Now, we are no longer a nation... only fragments of data surviving in the dark.
We hide beneath the ruins of data, in a world that once gleamed... now just fading shards of memory.
We wait... waiting for the one spoken of in legend...
The Savior
[UNDERGROUND BUNKER FACILITY | SUB-LEVEL 03]
Xero
"What does this... 'Savior' even looks like?"
Micro
"... A light... they say...
A pure signal that will cleanse the corruption...
A flame that will vanquish the darkness..."
Xero
"Heh... So? When's this fairy tale hero going to show up, huh?"
Micro
Our people have been waiting for him, that's all we can do, we've to wait.
Xero
"... Waiting... huh...?"
Xero
"I don't feel his presence...
Not now... not ever...
This whole 'Savior' thing... feels like nothing but...
A corrupted tale of shit."
Micro gripping the necklace tighter
Micro
You don't believe it?
Xero
I only believe that can be proven scientifically.
The underground facility was on the verge of collapse... the air conditioning unit barely functioning... the faint sound of a slow fan echoed through the empty halls. Red warning lights flickered weakly... the data signals unstable... the survivors trapped inside were starving, their hope fading with each passing cycle.
Micro
"We must keep believing... the Savior will come..."
Xero
"Believing!? We've been hiding for years... and yet you still presume he'll save us!?"
Micro
"You don't understand... The light... it will cleanse all of his doing... we just have to wai—"
Xero
"WAIT!? How long... Micro? How many cycles? How many lives? How many files corrupted right in front of our eyes!?"
Micro is silent... his hands tremble... Xero is getting emotional
Xero
"Have you ever thought about going somewhere!? None of our people permit it..."
Micro
"... Because it's dangerous..."
Xero
"NO! Because we're all cowards!"
Xero pounded the table until it cracked... glitch particles came out of his hand
Xero
"They who have done it... will never return!"
Micro
"Xero... Please... don't lose hope..."
Micro
"Well... I'll prove it to you."
Micro clenched his fists... his pixelated eyes flickering with a small spark of determination
Micro
"I'll make it... I'll find the Savior... no matter what."
Xero
"You're delusional... completely out of your mind!"
Xero's voice echoed through the dim bunker... his glitching hand trembling from frustration
Xero
"Whatever... I've warned you... If anything happens to you—"
Xero turned away... his cold digital eyes looking back one last time
Xero
"...I won't be responsible."
Metal doors creaked open... a faint red light spilling into the hallway as Xero walked away, leaving Micro standing alone in the dark
Micro
"Damn... did he really mean it?"
Micro's voice cracked, almost choking on the words as his fingers gripped his hair, as if searching for answers in the confusion swirling inside him.
Micro
"I... I have to be wrong. He couldn’t have meant it. But... what if he did?"
His heart raced, thoughts spiraling in chaotic loops. Each step toward the security room felt heavier, like he was walking through a fog that distorted reality. Doubt clawed at him, whispering possibilities he didn’t want to believe
He walks faster, breathing shaky
TV audio in the background"...and that’s when the hero said—" (cuts off slightly)
Mom
(Cheerfully, from the living room)
Mom
"Hey sweetie, you're home early!"
Micro
"Yeah… just tired. Gonna head to my room."
Mom
"Okay, there’s food over there if you’re hungry!"
He rushes to his room, closes the door quietly behind him. The walls are covered with papers—notes, symbols, photos—all about Xaruma and the malware attacks
Micro
"This is all wrong… or is it? No, no—what if I’m right?"
He drops his bag, runs to the locker, yanks it open. Stuff clatters to the floor
Micro
"Come on, come on... where is it—there!"
He pulls out a flashlight. Just as he clicks it on
—The door creaks open behind him
He quickly shoves the flashlight under his bed, then rips a few papers off the wall and stuffs them into the locker
Mom
"What’s going on in here? Why is your room such a mess?"
Micro
"Oh, it’s just—uh... school project! Y’know, tech stuff. Super boring."
Mom
"Since when do school projects involve you tearing your room apart?"
Micro
"It’s… a group thing. We’re investigating system breaches... like a simulation. All fake. Totally harmless!"
She doesn’t look convinced, but lets it slide
Mom
"Just don’t overwork yourself, okay? You’ve been tense lately."
Micro
"I know... I’ll be fine. I promise."
She nods slowly, gives him one last look, then leaves. The door shuts
Micro
(To himself, once alone)
Micro
"If she knew the truth... she'd never sleep again."
Micro watches the door slowly closing... but just before it shuts completely—
It opens again, just slightly
She steps inside, just a bit. Her voice is gentle, but her eyes carry something deeper—worry, maybe even fear
Mom
"You’re planning to go out there, aren’t you?"
Micro
"I don’t know what you’re talking about—"
Mom
"Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. I see it in your eyes... the same look your father had before he—"
She stops herself. Her voice cracks slightly
Mom
"I know it’s dangerous. And I know I can’t stop you. But if you do go... please be careful."
Micro lowers his eyes, guilt washing over him
Micro
"I have to. If I don’t do something... no one will."
Mom
(Stepping closer, placing a hand gently on his cheek)
Mom
"Then come back to me. Promise me, Micro. No matter what you find out there... come back home."
His mom lingers for a moment, then lets her hand fall. She walks out without another word, and the door closes softly behind her
Silence. Micro stands still, heart heavy. Then, slowly, he turns toward the hidden wall of evidence and peels back the papers again. His eyes are burning with purpose now
As Micro turns away, his mom suddenly steps forward and wraps her arms around him tightly
Mom
"Just... one more hug, okay?"
Micro is stiff at first... then slowly hugs her back, eyes closed
Micro
"I’ll be fine, Mom. I have to be."
Mom
"You’re too young for this... but the world is keep begging from you."
A pause. Then she slowly lets go, brushing a hand through his hair like she used to when he was small
Mom
"Go. Be the hero you were meant to be."
Micro nods. He took back his flashlight under the bed, its grip worn from use. But before stepping out, he opens a small drawer and starts gathering the rest of his tools
Small, scruffy side bag—faded fabric, frayed edges, and a loose strap that swung when Micro walked. But inside? It held more than reality could explain. Micro never questioned how much it could carry. Wrenches, screwdrivers, old tech parts, even things he forgot he packed weeks ago—it was all just there, waiting for the right moment. The bag was like a pocket-sized toolbox fused with a glitch in space, a digital void tucked under a zipper. He called it the Byte Bag.
And somehow, it always zipped open with a soft zip-zap, like it had a mind of its own
Micro’s footsteps echoed down the dim hallway, the flicker of his flashlight guiding the way. The silence felt heavier with every step, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. He stopped in front of the security room door. Old. Rusted. Half-covered in digital moss from corrupted code. He hesitated... then reached for the handle
Micro
But how am I going to reach that door? The security is ahead to preserve the area.
Inside the security room, the silence was heavy, the soft hum of the screens the only sound filling the tension in the air. Micro’s eyes darted across every corner, searching for a way in without being noticed.
Micro
I have to prove him wrong... I have to show him he’s mistaken. But how? This system... these barriers... everything’s stacked against me."
He took a deep breath, but the more he thought about it, the more the weight of the situation crushed his chest.
His eyes fell on the ventilation shaft, a fleeting thought crossing his mind. But doubt quickly followed. Could he fit through there? Was there even enough space for him?
Micro
"No other choice. I’m cornered. Right?"
His inner voice echoed in the quiet, leaving him frozen between decision and fear. If this fails, there's no going back.
Inside the narrow vent, dust-filled air scratched at his throat, and the sound of metal scraping under his weight echoed in the tight space. Micro’s stomach churned, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming anxiety pressing on his chest. The same suffocating fear seemed to grip his soul, pushing him forward, even as his heart pounded in his chest.
Micro
"This... this is messed up. But I can't stop now. Not after coming this far."
His body moved with urgency, but every second that passed made him question his actions. Had he already crossed a line he couldn't return from?
Curious #2
Micro had been walking for what felt like an eternity, the ache in his legs a constant reminder of his journey. After about 30 miles, his eyes caught sight of something unexpected — an abandoned factory looming ahead, its rusty exterior and shattered windows casting an eerie shadow under the dimming sky
Micro
"Haven’t seen this place in... what, 40 years? No way it’s still standing.
Curiosity gnawed at him. With every step toward the factory, memories that he’d long buried resurfaced, yet he pushed them aside, eager to uncover whatever secrets lay within. He entered through a creaking door, its hinges protesting against the intrusion.
As he ventured deeper into the factory's decaying corridors, a sudden sharp sting hit his shoulder. Micro flinched, spinning around to face the unseen attacker
Micro
"Ouch! Who threw that?"
His eyes landed on a small, chip object rolling across the dusty floor. Reaching down, he picked it up, immediately noticing a strange symbol etched into its surface — one he didn’t recognize, but felt oddly familiar with.
Micro
"Weird symbol... what the hell is this?"
The room felt colder now, as if the walls were watching him, waiting for him to decipher this new puzzle. He turned the chip in his hand, unsure of what to make of it, but a sense of unease crept over him, hinting that this was only the beginning of something much bigger.
Micro’s heart raced as he heard strange noises echoing through the darkness. Footsteps, or something more… ominous? His mind couldn’t quite place it. A shiver crawled up his spine, and instinctively, he reached for anything he could use for defense.
Micro
"Who’s there? Show yourself!"
The shadows seemed to grow deeper, shifting unnaturally, and then, like a whisper in the night, a figure emerged from the darkness.
He stepped into the dim light, his cybernetic body glinting under the faint glow, making his appear both human and something more—something mechanical, as if he belonged to another world.
Zara
"Don’t get cocky, mate. I’m not what you think."
Micro
"You... You’re a Cyber Device?! By your appearance..."
His voice was filled with disbelief as he took in her sleek, metallic limbs and glowing components.
Zara
"You knew it? Of course! I am."
His tone was sharp, with an edge of something unsettling. He wasn’t just a machine; he was self-aware, conscious of his existence in a way that made him dangerous.
Micro held the chip tightly in his hand, still processing what was happening.
He extended the small object towards her, unsure if she would take it.
Zara
You found it! Thanks!
He snatched the chip from his hand with unnatural speed, his fingers cold and metallic. There was a strange sense of relief in his eyes as he clutched it
He blinked, confusion clouding his thoughts. What was going on?
Zara
"I was dropped out... lost, but thanks to you, I’ve been searching for it for a while.".
His expression softened, but there was something unsettling in his calmness. Or maybe... he had forgotten what it felt like to be....
He said it, but his voice faltered, uncertainty growing within him. He didn’t know whether to trust her or run, but for now, he was stuck. Stuck in a strange situation with a being who wasn’t fully human... and yet, was more alive than most.
Zara slaps his palm against his forehead in disbelief, as if realizing something he should’ve remembered sooner
Zara
Ah! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Zara.
He offered a nod, his mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with this strange cybernetic being.
Micro
It was nice to meet another Cyber Device.
Zara burst out laughing at the unique nature of Micro’s name. The sound was sharp and mocking, but there was a strange sense of amusement in it
Micro
Stop laughing! It's not funny!!!
Micro’s face flushed, his frustration quickly rising at the ridicule. But Zara only continued to chuckle, shaking his head
Zara
I swear I didn't mean it.
He calmed down, though there was still a smirk tugging at his lips.
Zara
So does it mean only us remain alive?
The question felt heavy in the air. Zara’s gaze shifted, a flicker of concern flashing in his eyes.
Micro
We've been hiding within the tunnel as our protection. What about you? How did you persist in such chaos?
His tone became more serious, his mind going back to the years spent in the shadows, trying to survive. It had been a long, exhausting battle for safety. He genuinely wanted to know. Zara had clearly made it through some tough times, and Micro couldn’t help but wonder how.
Zara
Follow me, I'll lead you to my shelter.
Zara turned and motioned for Micro to follow. There was a confidence in his stride, and something in his eyes suggested that this was just another day for him. But Micro couldn’t shake the feeling that there was much more beneath the surface.
Micro
Can I ask you a few questions?
Zara
Did you mean X_Server?
Micro
Y-yes? What's that for?
Zara
This is just barely a component of X_Server.
Zara
It will be connected to the user's file and reveal their potential.
Zara
And because You are here! you would be my first attempt, but don't be concerned, It'll not hurt you.
Micro gripped his hand tighter, unsure
Micro
"I don’t even know you. Why would I let you link something to me?"
Zara paused, eyes flickering.
Zara
"I get it... sudden trust isn't easy."
He stepped back, giving Micro space
Zara
"But this could unlock your potential."
Micro stayed silent, scanning Zara’s body language—was he genuine, or hiding something?
Zara offered a faint smile
Zara
"I won't force you. Just... think about it."
New Parts #3
The heavy metal doors slid open with a hiss, revealing Zara's hidden refuge. The space was massive, filled with rows of advanced terminals, glowing monitors, and cables running through the ceiling like arteries. Blue lights softly pulsed across the room, giving the shelter a sterile but calm atmosphere
Micro
"This place... it's huge."
Micro
Isn't this room for serviced?
Zara
"It has to be. It’s one of the last safe zones from Xaruma’s corruption."
Zara
And Indeed, I've fabricated the X_Server's chip.
Micro nervously obeyed, sitting on the strange medical chair surrounded by glowing monitors and buzzing machines.
Zara gently took his hand and pressed lightly on one of his fingers. Suddenly, a translucent blue hologram flickered to life, displaying Micro's 'Slot Inventory'.
Micro
"I-I could do this all along!?"
Micro
I-I actually can do this!?
Zara
"All Cyber Devices can. You just... didn’t know how to access it yet."
Zara set the X_Server within the Slot Inventory and gently swiped her hand, closing the hologram. A soft hum vibrated through Micro's body as the chip settled inside his system
Micro
"W-What now? Is it... active?"
Zara
"Not yet. The chip needs time to synchronize with your file system. Once it's ready, you’ll feel it. Like a new instinct."
Micro clenched his hand, feeling an unfamiliar warmth pulsing deep inside him.
Micro
"I hope I’m ready for this."
Zara
"You will be. And when it activates... You’ll finally be able to stand against Xaruma. But... That doesn’t mean we’ll prevail. It’s just a chance... Perhaps... 1%."
The air grew colder than her words sank in. The soft hum around them turned into a low mechanical growl as the diagnostics deepened, scanning every line of Micro’s code. Micro’s gaze dropped, his thoughts racing
Micro
"1% is better than nothing…"
Zara quietly nodded, her expression both hopeful and burdened.
As Zara finalized the setup, Micro’s system suddenly flickered. His vision distorted for a second as red error messages blinked across his interface.
Micro
[WARNING: SYSTEM SYNC INCOMPLETE]
[CORE STABLITY: 68% - FLUCTUATING.]
Micro clenched his fists, feeling a strange static crawling under his skin. It wasn’t just fear—it was the sense that his very code was shifting
Micro
"Zara... is this normal?"
Zara hesitated, his hand tightening around a nearby console. For a moment, he avoided his eyes.
Zara
"...It's unstable at first. But you can handle it. The X_Server wasn’t made for everyone, Micro. But you’re... different."
Micro’s chest felt heavy. His memories of Xaruma’s chaos flooded his mind—the destruction, the corruption. A 1% chance suddenly felt like both hope and a curse.
In the corner, the diagnostic screen beeps softly, showing the X_Server partially integrating into Micro’s Slot Inventory.
Micro
[X_SERVER: 43% INSTALLED.]
Zara finally forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
Zara
"After this... you’ll hold the key to your own destiny."
Micro’s breathing steadied as he watched the blue circuits trace along his arm like veins, spreading the energy from the Slot Inventory deeper into his system.
The room dimmed slightly as the interface holograms shifted into sharp focus. The hum turned into a low pulse, syncing with Micro’s heartbeat.
Micro
[X_SERVER: 71% INSTALLED.]
Suddenly, Micro winced as a surge of data flooded his mind—memories, commands, fragmented codes flashing too fast to process.
Micro
"It’s... it’s overwhelming."
Zara
"That’s normal. The X_Server is trying to adapt to you. Don’t fight it—guide it."
Micro gritted his teeth, closing his eyes, focusing on the memory of Xaruma’s corruption, the tunnels, the fear... and his friends. Slowly, the flood began to settle
[X_SERVER: 94% INSTALLED]
Then, silence. The room returned to its calm hum, and the error messages disappeared.
Micro
[X_SERVER: INSTALLATION COMPLETE.]
Zara sighed in relief, stepping back, watching him carefully.
Zara
"It’s done… Micro, how do you feel?"
Micro opened his eyes, a faint glow in them as if something inside had finally awakened.
Micro
"...Like I just woke up for the first time."
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