(prelude)
mark was born in a cabin by a small lake...rain poured outside the creaking cabin water slowly dripping through the cracks in the ceiling and drops of rain slamming against the top of his house...his parents had a strange look of awe...they had never expected him...even in the end...with much grief and sadness...they walked out with the tiny child in the mothers hands...with rain dripping down her face...she put him in a small boat...his father shedding a tear and wishing him luck...they picked up the small boat with all their strength and tossed him right into the lake...the poor mechanics of the boat showed as the water crept slowly in...and the face of their baby drifted off to sea...days passed as visions of someone finding their child and making them happy parents filled their heads...they never once thought about it being a lake....with no exit....
high upon her mountain...a silver wolf sniffed the air as she sat prideful...her ears quickly lifted as if listening for the slightest breeze change...her beautiful blue eyes shimmered and caught the glaze of a small shimmering object....with her massively strong legs she was there in an instant and saw the smile of a small child...naive enough to not even realize his condition....her mothering instincts kicked in as she knelt down and picked him up by his blanket with her razor sharp teeth....with the house in plain view..she scoffed with a gaze that could kill a small animal.....the wolf slowly trotted away feeling as one with the earth....welcoming the new baby into her tribe...
campers came every now and then for vacation....it wasn't much of a city..just a lake...but it was well known for camping...the moon slashed down through the tall trees shining moonlight down upon the tents and the now cool campfire...streams of water flowed in the distance...the slight howl heard from afar...the programmer looked cautiously through his dimmed tent...just his laptop remained shining bringing forth light...discarding it as nothing he went back to his program...a quick shadow dashed across his tent...this truly was something...he thought to himself looking out his tent...making a mad dash to his car he could feel something chasing him....something big...he jumped into his car and slammed the door locking it after him....after he stopped shaking he finally calmed down...he looked at himself and laughed..so scared over nothing he began to say...until a wolf jumped against the window scratching with all its sharp claws...the frightened camper drove off into the darkness as the wolf stood staring..her sharp teeth glaring into the night....
there were a few strange objects which stirred their attention...self help tapes...mark stood on his hind legs and began to study the tape player...pushing the play he realized it was the key to speaking english....soon he was talking as if he was a human...understanding big words and undisclosed logic...it clicked with his brain as if he'd done it before...they had also left one last thing...a full source code to an os....of course it was running on a blazing speed laptop...it must have been a new design...over clocked and tweaked by the once so arrogant programmer...his eyes burnt with imagination....his mind with anticipation....the first steps of a programmer...
soon mark learned how to use the strange metallic box...actually realizing his potential he began programming like a pro....those self help tapes work wonders.....soon he was programming an os...a mainframe...even networking to thousands of computers with the pci networking card...he knew it all...buying clothes off of ebay they shipped them directly to the cabin by the lake...as he easily received his packages in their overly stocked mailbox he dawned new clothes....new hair...he began learning "hip" lingo from chat rooms and lounges....soon he was a human being...he controls wolves at the snap of his finger!!!!!!!!!! just kidding....actually all that is false....i was just pulling your leg..yep...you didn't think that could really happen right?
(real prelude)
mark was an average kid...he grew up in a crummy apartment and finally bought himself a decent mouse...one with no goo crusted onto it...yeah..that bad....catching his motherboard on fire a few times...he realized that over clocking only works to an extent and with his crappy job as a paperboy...heheh...paperboy...he could barely afford anything at all....but as he saved and scrapped...he finally bought a decent computer...
being a paperboy wasn't a hard job but with mark's abilities to crash into anything in the universe his bike had been trashed and utterly destroyed...the gears themselves were old and rusty needing all of his weight and more to even move at all...today he just happened to hit a trash can....slamming over it and flipping his bike as he landed flat on his back a few key objects fell out...of course the average banana peels...old pizza...but something caught his eye...something...strange...he picked it up and read it through...a programming book...he readily began to read it cover to cover...while his thirst for knowledge grew...he began programming....soon he was pretty decent...learning from others...and books...for the love of the game...then...it happened...
(no really..prelude...)
it was a hot day...he rode past the grocery..luckily avoiding their glass windows...pushing his feet hard against the pedals....he saw old man gregory..gaurding his plant store...he'd knocked over at least two dozen roses in the past few days...it was always the roses...soon his bike took control and slammed head first into the rose store smashing all of his roses..."sorry old man!" he yelled...apparently he took offense as he threw a pot at him hitting him dead in the head....he shook it off and started riding again....he saw a cat..no..not a cat..he thought...he began yelling....from a huge distance away....he screamed at the top of his lungs...yelling no with all his might...all his power...he began getting closer...as they walked faster than his bicycle...he was on the sidewalk as they walked in the middle of the street...suddenly...they were meeting..he kept screaming....slowly riding past them....."whew..i missed the..." suddenly his bike did a ninety degree turn crushing the cat beneath his tires...mark flew off his bike landing flat on his face...it was almost like funniest home videos...but less violent...and less ball shots...
(lude)
piboohooiampikachunotpukaloo stood over the dead cat in shock...blank..with the saddest eyes....another tear fell for the dead cat..."cut...cut...ah chu...dead?"...tiggertoo said crying..."rabies aren't fun..." blank said as he hammered the air with his hammer.... "dude...guys...i'm so sorry...i didn't see him..." the death rider said..."by the way my name's mark what's up!?" he grinned at his new friends...they walked along down the winding road....the cat sitting up and following along...oh...the cat's not dead...my bad again...
(postlude)
after their visit at the lab as you've all read...(ref to pikachu conspiracy)....mark was assigned driver and programmer of ups...as we all know (ref to this story about his bike riding) mark is a horrible driver...his big problems?...roses...cats...and of course...mailboxes...it is common however, for ups drivers to actually be this way...so they decided to make an exception to his hugely disabled driving skills...one skill wasn't overlooked...his talent to program...soon after realizing his enemy..a current conspiracy..had created an a.i. he designed a virus to turn bordan into an evil version of their famed new invention....when released...it would destroy bordans memory..take his intelligence and use it to destroy a current conspiracy and their members...his plan was working perfectly...until mortimer fused with bordan creating an unholy split personality...the timid and depressed bordan pushed mortimer down into his circuits burying him so to speak...he sealed off all access to his memory, security violations, ect. but not before mortimer copied his intelligence and forced himself alive...now the unstable mortimer only has a few chance possibilities...as glitches open mortimer from deep inside bordans memory...he has his days....to learn more about mortimer...see his site...this's roo...signing off...
roo
