A process cannot be understood by stopping it

[sadtranslation]

Tweedledum made the cutiest of all her faces and grabbed the touchscreen to plug in the holo-tainment bands and get deeper and deeper in surfing through the petabytes of information. What was represented as hierarcy of folders in two dimensions became an easy to understand flow of images, videos and key words around owing to algorithms used to process the starnadrized file system. Touchscreen beeped discontentedly, probably voicing its opinion about waste of resources on something that unnecessary, but followed the commands of user, unable to act in any different way. If this standart OI-13 personal communicator ever met those self-reproducting robots from the strange world in distant Omicrons, he would have something to compare this this shameless exploitation of his resources, but it will still be just a big communicator noone listens to.

And right when it was diligently and accurately storing the incoming information in his memory, Tweedledum's concentration was disrupted by deafening peep in the headphones along with a billion of error messages filling the space around - making her to pull off the band and thrown it aside to hold her head in hands trying to overcome the headache. At the same time Tweedledee's communicator revieved.

"What? Wait, how did they?!" and her slightly fritened glance told everything. "They found us, Seq."

Seq, or to be more precises, Sequoia known to Lloyd Patterson today as Tweedledum, in a second turned off touchscreen's connection to outer world, leaped up and nodded. "So we should get out of here as soon as possible. Take care of him, Rosie", she motioned to Lloyd.

"Finally." Rosie or Ambrosia Garcia, as she was known to Betonia's top hundreed most wanted list aimed right at Lloyd's forehead and pressed the trigger.

With eyes screwed up, Lloyd thought that it's all for a second, but the stroke hadn't followed. Before he opened his eyes, he imagined that he's already dead for a second and all that is "something" that happens after the flash of the light beam hits your head, leaving your body on the ground, no more controlled by higher nervous activity. No, it was just a malfunction, the one that happens once in a lifetime when gun that was meant to kill you don't shoot.

"Dammit."

"No time left", Sequoia replied briefly, "Let's go.", and added in Lloyd's direction, "Leave this lucky bastard."

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