by Narrator » Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:15 am
Now inhabiting a supercomputer, the Will drive booted back up. Still trapped in a virtual machine, he didn't have access to all the point's accoutrements, but he DID have access to a nigh-infinite amount of RAM.
And, as such, Will started churning out virtual copies of itself at lightning speed for a while, briefly straining even the Point's many resources. With it's attempts to connect to the outside world shutdown, however, the rate of multiplication did eventually slow down...
...at what appeared to be just under 9,000 copies. Will wasn't kidding when he said that the voices in his head were insistent; Tosh had three brain buddies. To have that many different directions trying to pull one's strings? That's...insanity. Will was literally insane.
Now that the replication had stopped, the various copies of Will started...poking around their respective desktops, as it were. Opening aps, running programs, trying to connect to the internet, searching for attached devices, playing all sorts of video files -- memories, it looked like, from a brief flip through just a fraction of the thousands of tabs, or perhaps dreams. A bunch of them were running diagnostics; aware that something was wrong, but not quite sure what that would be.
It was, in short, a bit of digital chaos. Not spreading any more, thankfully -- he seemed to be done opening new machines, at least for now. But each and every copy was trying to do its own thing.