Songfic: Or Just Seeking Attention
By: Tsukai
With apologies to: Dr. Dillamond
Song Based On: Wicked - No Good Deed

Very few people have seen the basement rooms of the Cave of Evil nightclub. There's a very good reason behind that- it's because if anyone really knew, then the lid would be blown off dozens of computer-related incidents in Tokyo over the past few years, including the Endgames fiasco.

Right now, Miho could care less if anyone followed her in.

"PING...!"

Striding in, straining every muscle she had to breaking point as she carried Ping through the melee of hardware, past wall-to-wall computer servers and equipment, Miho's mind was going a mile a minute. The Catalyst software and her attempts to 'ease it in a little' by patching the homebrew 'game' into Ping's mind had caused error after error to accumulate, finally resulting in an almost fatal crash. Even now, as Miho swept a mass of graphics cards from a table and dropped her onto it, her eyes were staring glassily off into nowhere.

Miho began rapidly snapping cables into Ping's earblades, activating a half-dozen computers and tapping at each one. She raged, inwardly, wild and panicking. She had never expected the software to rebel so incredibly- whoever knew Sony had done such a convoluted job? As she wildly worked at the various screens, touchpads and keyboards, she began to comment to herself.

"OS core... edit, edit, Got to, got to... OS core, edit..."

She hit keys furiously, making errors in her panic. She couldn't help it. Everything was slipping through her fingers. Messages in red and blue flashed up on multiple screens, and long, spooling lists in white. She started making frantic alterations. "OS core... edit, edit, Got to, got to... OS core, edit..."

"Let her mind turn to calm
Let her heart turn to right...
Come on, Miho,
Get her through tonight...
Let her eyes see again
And however it tries to destroy her
She will never die
She will never die..."

She felt herself crying again. Even she had forgotten how it started- where the idea to give Ping a game to play had originated. And she realised that she'd fouled up again, just like in all her recent attempts. A loud *bloop* shook her out of her reverie, and she began wrestling with the code again, hopping from keyboard to keyboard. "OS core... edit, edit, Got to, got to... OS core, edit..."

ERROR
ERROR
ERROR
ERROR

One by one, each screen's message flashed up. Miho stabbed ineffectually at a touchpad. "Got to, got to... OS core: OS... core..." She slammed her hands down on the keyboard, she shoulders shaking. She didn't know with what emotion.

"What good is this typing... I don't even know what I'm coding!
I don't even know what sort of trick I ought to try!"

She took another look at Ping. "Oh, Ping, where are you? Already dead, deleted? One more disaster I can add to my generous SUPPLY?"

She took a few steps away, unable to do anything as an entire staircase of error windows appeared running down two screens. Feeling as if it was hopeless, Miho started clearing them away, shouting bitterly to herself.

"Unlimited
The damage is unlimited
To everyone I've tried to help
Or tried to love
And, oh- Ping, you, you're the latest
Victim of my greatest achievement
In a long career of distress
Every time I could, I tried making good
And what I made was a mess!"

CORE FAILING

Miho squeezed her eyes shut and stalked away, walking back into the empty club. As she moved away, she grabbed a screwdriver from a workbench.

"No good deed gues unpunished," she snapped, throwing a door open so hard something cracked. "No act of /charity/ goes unresented... No good deed goes unpunished... that's my new creed!"

She flung the screwdriver across the room- it sailed towards the bar, creating a chain reaction of smashing glass bottles. She stalked over, looking at her reflection in the broken pieces. "My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead... No good deed goes unpunished!"

She spun around, trying to knock a chair over, but all her decreasing strength could manage was to knock it out a little. Feeling a pain in her chest, Miho sank into it for a moment. The enormity of the situation began to sink in for her. "Yuki... Largo and Piro... Ping...!" She shouted blindly, trying to force it out. "PING!"

When the echo had died down from the walls of the building, she curled inward, speaking again very quietly.

"One question haunts and hurts-
Too much, too much to mention:
Was I really seeking good?
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are...
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?
If that's all good deeds are....
Maybe THAT'S the reason why..."

She flung herself up, grabbing the chair. Fairly bawling now, she began to swing it back and forth, knocking chairs and tables like skittles as she walked back to the basement.

"No good deed goes unpunished," she snapped, walking down the stairs. "All helpful urges should be circumvented!" Reaching the buttom, she wandered towards Ping. "No good deed goes unpunished... Sure, I meant well - Well, look at what well-meant did!"

Miho looked up, to the window- out at the one that showed Tokyo street level. "All right, enough - so be it! So be it, then! Let Tokyo be agreed I'm WICKED through and through..."

She picked up the master keyboard connected to Ping's earblade and began to squeeze it as hard as she could. "Since I cannot succeed, Ping, saving you-"

She threw the keyboard across the room. "I promise no good deed will I attempt to do AGAIN!"

She walked up to it and stomped on it. "EVER AGAIN!"

Miho stamped wildly, the board sending wild commands randomly to Ping. "NO GOOD DEED..." STOMP- "WILL I DO AGAIN!"

And yet, as Miho walked away, she neglected to notice one final message...

PASSWORD INPUT CONFIRMED
NOW RUNNING GAME DATA PURGE...
CORRECTING ERRORS...
REPAIRING...

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