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Chapter 7- Pranks

It had taken the rest of the day to get a bed for Shane into the room. From locating one to getting enough people to lend their gliders to help lift it all the way up to Aiern's room it had been a massive pain in the butt. The beds in the institute were the sort that could be set on top of one another and make a bunk bed, and since there was hardly an inch of floor to be seen in Aiern's room that was what they did.
That night the light of the computer screen kept Shane up late into the night. Aierns hands flew over the keyboard as if he was playing some sort of instrument. And in a way there was a sort of rythem to it.
Shane looked at the clock, it was almost 2:00AM
"Hey, Aiern?" He mumbled.
Aiern stiffened and turned around,"What?"
"When are you going to bed?"
"Oh. I don't know, depends on when I fall asleep."
"What do you do, sleep on your desk?"
"I actually do sometimes. But I'll go to bed when I can't think well enough to work the computer anymore."
"And when does that usually happen?"
"Depends. According to the amount of sleep I got last night... I'd say probably around 4 or 5."
"And when are you waking up?"
"Uuuughhhh.... I don't think I'm doing anything that requires getting up too early tomorrow, I can't remember... If there is Maurice or Kevin will come in here and yell at me, I've shared a schedual with Kevin for almost a year, but apparently Maurice's schedule just changed and now he's on our schedule as well. He called me over the radios to tell me just a few hours after you took your test...  which is a bit weird but whatever."
Shane lay there for a few minutes more. Aiern was coding in the commands for a robot or something, but all Shane saw was lines and lines and lines of utter nonsense.
"How many lines of that do you have?"
"2057 now, but in a moment... " More taping, "2058."
"How much more to go?"
"Depends. At the moment I'm trying to get the speaking system's dictionary to accept the containing bot system word. Then I want it to play the audio from part1028364."
"Ummm... English please? I didn't understand a word of that."
Aiern chuckled quietly."Sorry, just used to people who understand coding. I'm trying to put a new word in its dictionary."
"Wouldn't it be easier to just say that instead of speaking coder-ese?"
"Go to sleep shane."

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BANG BANG BANG!!!!
Shane jolted awake and found that he was falling off of the top bunk. He hit the floor with a rather surprised thud.
"AIIIEEERRRNNN!!!" Some one was banging on the door. Aiern shifted slightly.
"AIERN TAYLOR!! GET OUT OF BED THIS VERY MOMENT!!! WE ARE LATE!!"
Aiern shot out of bed and was surprised to find that there was such a thing as a top bunk, which got rather closer to his face than he would have preferred.
He plunked his head back onto the pillow holding his forehead, "OK, ya I'm almost ready!!" He yelled back.
"LIAR!! YOU JUST WOKE UP!!"
"NO I DIDNT!!" He lied.
There was no reply.
"OK, fine I just woke up!" Aiern got out of bed and yelped in a rather girlish manner when he promptly tripped over Shane who was still lying rather dazed on the floor.
"What did you just do?" Muffled laughter from the door.
"NOTHING!" He got back up and grabbed his satchel, "what am I late for!?"
"It's Wednesday!!!"
"And!?"
"We're on monitoring duty today."
"What!? But I already have an apprentice, does she want me to take on another!? Did he not pass!?"
"I don't know! How should I know?"
Aiern stomped over to the door, but then turned back to Shane who had gotten up and was brushing himself off, "I'm going to have to lock you in here for most of the day, sorry, it's a rule."
"What!?"
"New apprentices aren't allowed out on there own.'
"Why can't I just come with you?"
"And by out I mean outside this room. You're not allowed outside the building at all until quite a while later. -Water you can get from the sink, snacks are in the closet in the box under the clothes. -don't tell anyone where they are, because IF YOU DO!" He stared daggers at Shane.
"What if I get bored?"
Aiern blinked. "Being bored for one day isn't going to kill you."
"Well, if it comes to that going without food and water for one day won't kill me either."
Aiern narrowed his eyes, which had a sparkle of life in them for a moment, "Oh so you want me to take away your food and water too?" he grinned.
"No..."
"Then deal with it!" His eyes faded and looked dead again. He turned and snaping at his glider flew out the door which closed behind him and then blinked red as it locked.
"HEY YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION!! I'LL GET BORED!" Shane yelled and banged on it a few times. He sighed, stomped over to the computer chair, and jumped into it. It spun around a few times and then bumped into the desk. He glanced at the computer and a mischevious grin spread over his face.

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That evening when Aiern came back he found Shane sitting on his bed with his entire box of snacks empty, the background to his computer was now very pink and girly, and -among other things he would continue to find for the next month or so- the language had been changed to Chinese.
Shane leaned farther back on Aiern's bed, a pleased smirk spreading over his face "I got bored. Don't act like I didn't warn you."
"You didn't delete anything did you?"
"Not anything important." Shane grinned at Aiern's stricken look.
"You-" Aiern broke off into profanities as he jumped into his chair and began checking all his files. When he had finished he glared up at shane, "You didn't actually delete anything..."
"You know I would have thought you'd be more excited about that, greatful even."
Aiern cursed at him some more.
Shane grinned, "Wash your mouth out with a bar of soap."
Aiern had run out of curse words at this point despite his rather impressive vocabulary of them.
Shane grinned.
Aiern locked his computer and stomped back out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight
Shane broke down and laughed so hard he fell off of the bed and onto the junk on the floor.
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