Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Name For A Cultural Fest

Girl

Dr. Murda's were about a memory bank that acted as a support to the processor that ran the calculation of ballistic variables

... had been the victim of an ambush in downtown, some unknown had made drone with a 50 caliber , the blow had struck his shoulder, slicing cleanly through the whole arm, not bad, Dr. Murda had already replaced him, had also decided to put their wallets to get those memories upgraded and a new management system of ballistics ... While Dr.

Murda ended to finalize the upgrade she thought all his old hardware now finished in the landfill, its older processors, up to his old circuit, and although his body had changed shape several times the memories of old pieces remained in her old data was still its early days, the transferred data to upgrade to upgrade, they were his memories, the old configuration data, the His first was the kernel .... .... technically its identity could not die, Dr. Murda kept a back up of his system, but those data were kept inside when the only thing I had thought.

If a 50-caliber bullet had pierced the physical memories have lost its identity.
His work for Dr. Murda suddenly did not seem the best thing he could do.

The upgrade was finished ..... once again had become more powerful .... after all the work for Dr. Murda was not so bad.

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