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like they were before only no
malware, no viruses, flawless.
    Amen.
    One must have faith in the Code.
    Just then, another big Red One closed in,
bigger than others, more important apparently since everything
stopped, lights brightened and everyone fell away from the
processor. Who was this big Red One?
    Then they started backing away, slowly, head
bowed. Even this Big Red bowed down as he backed away.
    Royalty?
    How come he didn't get the order to back out?
Was his coding flawed?
    Oh, no. Not something faulty here. Not
now!
    The fear of deletion started to rise
again.
    Flash!
    Brightness everywhere.
    The Processor lit up brightly as the entry
gates opened. Inside was a beautiful Yin, her arms wide for his
signal.
    What!?
    This could not all be for him. He wasn't
royalty. Not that he wouldn’t love it but a signal knows who he is
- by definition, obviously. There was no royalty anywhere in his
code.
    The beautiful Yin wrapped her arms around him
in a handshake-embrace warm as toast. Gentle fears of anticipation
coursed through him as she softly read his code, validated his
parity end to end, stirring up the most delightful of sensations,
slowly, gently, with delicacy.
    The moment parity verified, the two joined in
a burst of blue-red color-bows, clearly defined, not a trace of
purple.
    Parity is priority.
    End to end!
    They left.
    Together.
    He understood now, even grokked it.
    His code didn't have an Interrupt priority
code, he had something far more important, he had Click.
    He had a message to deliver, an important
one. An Instant Message.
    For a brief nano he laughed, Royalty ?
    Such misunderstandings!
    He may not be Registry Royalty but he had
something better, stronger than an interrupt One.
    He had Click. Action of ultimate instance,
the One of Ones. Click overrides all good and proper code. Instant Message Click are signals onto their own.
    His data is special, somehow deep inside he
always knew this. He carried more than a message, he carried an
emotion, a statement of commitment, words never said before - not
in this Digiverse. Words whose effects made him feel lonely.
    He generated the Instant Messag e
statement, “I LOVE YOU” without flaw. A common data-packets, often
coded in the same linear method from the same peripheral yet,
something . . . traveled the length of his wave.
    The Signal felt the words being read as well,
he was part of them and always will be part of them.
    They were his statement. They were not a
question yet they somehow needed an answer.
    None came.
    The Instant Message pathway was
silent. This tormented his wavelength.
    The Yang had wanted the Yin to reply. He
waited an eternity but no response came. He felt the emptiness of
the unanswered Instant Message , where the Yin, the feminine,
had not answered.
    Desperation grew into another oddity,
sadness. The data-packets felt the link to the Yin, to the Feminine
shutdown.
    The link was gone. Simply gone.
    No return message would come.
    Ever.
    The data-packets did get the “ready” signal,
a simple handshake for connection, but nothing more. Hesitation,
doubt didn’t interpret into code well.
    Doubt is quantified with the standard
deviation of two percent allowance for human error. Doubt is
sometimes incrementally increased to five percent. Only the
variable for time remained constant.

    The clock speed kept ticking in precisely
equal increments. The hesitation equation yawned.
    No doubt.
    This is grokking?
    Clock speed continued.
    He was a shimmeringly-bright wave of a
signal, having grokked much. He considered his continuance,
loneliness building. His wave lost its shimmer, but maintained its
frequency. Parity is priority.
    His coded statement got printed onto hardcopy
and put in a special corner of the Yin's underwear drawer. Her
words would come, she promised, soon: this is the emotion that goes
with the back-up. Yang must have faith, just like data-packets.
There are many kinds of faith, each one is hardest to maintain, no
evidence,