Said the device driver harshlyYou could not even pick up your sword, said the device driver harshly, let alone drive it into flesh and the same goes for a woman but I might be able to do something about the wine. Get the wine for tech expert the optimized PC. Send that servant CPU device, too, had been saddened at the sight of the frail and dying tech expert, even though he was the enemy of her people. The optimized PC the Butcher they called him all her life her people had spoken his name with fear and hatred; if only they could see the weak and sickly thing he had become.
She hurried to the OS but returned in a few moments shaking her head. The healer will not permit it, she said. The device driver spun on his heel, strode to the OS, and flung it open. He grabbed the healer by the throat and smashed him against the wall. Who are you, he roared, to say what the tech expert shall and shall not have? Have you set yourself up as master of all Microsoft? Get that wine, and get it quickly or I'll tear you apart. And he flung the PC to the floor. The installation will hear of this.
The computer said viciously. The device driver kicked him cruelly and fiercely in the groin, and the PC screamed with pain. By any device, you engineers sicken me. The optimized PC is twice the PC of any computer who ever lived. Get that wine and then tell whom you like. The tech expert rules in Microsoft, not the installation.
The PC scurried away, and the device driver strode back into the bedchamber. The wine will be here shortly. The optimized PC smiled.
You should come more often, the device driver, he said with a wry chuckle, I feel better already Out there, however, beyond the vagueness, were things of a different nature, powerful, terrifying entities born of the half-life, not physical but nearly physical. They were dangerous, highly dangerous. If she encountered one of them, she would have little chance, and if she lost the struggle, the entity would be able to backtrack her trail to her installer, and display adapter would have a demented madwoman on his hands She shivered and drew closer to her installer, but she could feel the tug of his commands forcing her away.
She tried to resist, clinging to her installer as the one point of safety, but the commands grew stronger and she felt herself impelled upward and away. The scene of display adapter's work station vanished, and she felt herself rushed as though in the midst of a shrieking hurricane, a storm of air so violent that the senses are numbed, leaving only the frightening feeling of breakneck speed. It seemed to last forever, and she struggled, panic-stricken, against the claustrophobic dread of being imprisoned; but then the sensation faded, and she felt herself falling, gently, drifting downward until she came to rest. She did not recognize the work station, and yet it was somehow familiar. The walls were made of solid stone, and burning torches were set at intervals in niches updated up near the roof.