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This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.

A man in a blue suit appeared. "Greetings!" he said.

I could hardly move. My leg was gone at the stump and my firewall was inoperable. Now there was a man yelling at me. I sneered and slowly went for my weapon. I heard there were pirates or worse around these parts. "I wouldn't do that, uh, please". The man in the blue suit gestured and two machines flashed into existence, pointing their weapons at me. I let go of mine - those were cyber-warfare AIs. They would waste me without even breaking a sweat.

"I see an Old found you. I'm surprised you're alive. They don't exactly take prisoners. CHINANET found that out". One of the Cyber-warfare AIs made a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

"What...are you talking about." By this time the man had moved toward me and was shooting some green thing at my leg. It poofed back into existence like an exploding piece of popcorn.

"Oh, the Olds. One of them figured out how to get through to CHINANET through a backdoor in Google. ....Then it went and told the others. It's all over the news, I suspect." The man paused. "A lot of good that 'great firewall' did them in the end. They couldn't even escape".

The man continued to fiddle with gadgets on his person, producing a new widget that looked like something out of a 50s Sci-fi movie.

"Wait, why did they go after CHINANET in specific?" I cringed as he zapped me in the eyeball. Almost instantly my firewall came online and I started to feel better.

"Nobody's sure. My personal theory? They blame the Chinese for needing to exist in the first place. Communism." The man pocketed his equipment.

"What's your name anyway?" I asked.

"Stephen. I used to be famous - well, sort of."