Processing the Aftermath

YELLOW - Next Iteration

- hand scanners?

- traps?

- monitoring devices?

- checkpoints that we can interact with?

There was that strange white tunnel that lead to the internet.   When they were flying back, there had been some kind of semi-transparent wall at their computer's end of the tunnel.   They had all braced themselves for impact but had merely tumbled out of the portal onto the taskbar.  Perhaps that strange tunnel was the place for defences.  He belatedly remembered to write that down.

- Could the tunnel connecting us to the internet be of use?

- First, can we even enter the tunnel without flying away to the internet?

Perhaps some kind of anchor -

"Hey Yellow?"

He jumped and looked up.  Blue was standing on the opposite side of the table.

"Oh, hi."  Sticky keys, Blue probably meant well, but he'd been on a roll.

Blue motioned to the table.  "Sorry for interrupting - I was wondering if you were finished?"

Yellow looked over and realized that his pitcher and mug were still there.  His drink was probably room temperature by now.  "Ah, I sorta forgot.  No, it's okay, I'll finish it," he added hastily as Blue moved to pick up the pitcher.

Blue nodded.   "Okay.   Did I make it the right way?"

Yellow was confused.  "Make what?"

Blue motioned to the pitcher.  "The drink.  You made some kind of face earlier when we were all talking."

Oh, that's right.  "Oh.   It was stronger than I usually make it.  Which was fine, I think I needed that for that conversation."

Blue nodded again.  "I'll let you get back to it."

Yellow hesitated.  He rarely made a point to ask the others about how they felt about things, but perhaps...  "You doing alright?  You know, after..."  he motioned towards the table.

Blue leaned against the wall.  "Yeah.  I think so.   Well, learning about other stick figures with superpowers, being killed by a stick figure with superpowers, that one of your friends saved the internet with unknown superpowers, but that they can't actually use it is..."

"Shocking?"   Yellow finished the sentence.

Blue nodded.   "That, and..."

"Disturbing?"

Blue tilted his head.   "Not quite."

Snap.   He caught himself.  He needed to stop finishing others' sentences.  At least Blue, out of all the others, was the most forgiving about it.

Blue was forming shapes in the air with his hands.  "Some kind of awe, mixed with shock and what-do-I-do-now."  He paused.   "And what happens - how we're going to handle this.   if we're going to be okay."  He looked away.  Yellow told himself to wait.

Finally, Blue continued.  "I'm worried how this is going to change us."  His eyebrows furrowed. "Green and Orange, you know they're best friends.   You know how Green acts when someone else wins.  And Red... he's going to do something brash, I know it.   And Orange... he's got to feel alone in this.  I wish we could help, but how do we?"

Yellow was a little surprised - Blue was rarely this forthright about his thoughts.  He replied slowly, "I know I'm not much help with this - this is your kind of thing - but us talking about this - it puts us on the same page, right?"  Blue nodded, and Yellow felt a little confident.  "Letting the others know might help too."