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?
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