Fred stared down his enemy. The man who had captured his Father's brain in a jar was standing less then 10 feet away. However, he could not just run up and kill him. They were locked in the duel of cards that would not end until one of there monsters fell in battle. Fred flipped over a card, his ultimate card. No card could beat it, the best you could hope for was a tie. His foe flipped over his own card, also the most powerful card in the game. "War!" Fred shouted, flipping 3 cards over face down. Fred flipped over another card, a Jack.

The evil Tamochiwoi flipped his own card. It flipped over, revealing a ten. "No!" he gasped, "This deck was unbeatable!" Fred picked up all of the car on the table. "Tamochiwoi," Fred stated with his inate power, "You are going to be banished from this world... forever!" Tamochiwoi was surrounded by a blue light, and floated off the grownd, pounding on the barrier surrounding him. "I will get you yet, Fred!" he yelled as he flew away, never to be seen again.

The wind flew into Fred's hair, long and flowing behind him. "Father... I am coming for you." He gazed upon the fortress where his father's brain was held captive. His body was locked away in his home town, miles and many hard battles away. He could almost hear his father calling, "Fred, hurry my son." A lone tear fell from his eye. He picked up his cards and walked into the sunset.

"Brilliant preformance, Mr. Fred sir!" The Studio Director cheered. "My complements to the animation studios that made you. It was a brilliant design, taking all the input from the cameras and making an intelligent image around the real player's actions."

Fred briefly gloated, but did not respond. This job required him to only react to a chosen script. The Virtufred's transmission delay actually helped him in this situation, he did not want to seem perfect. Making the latest anime film would be a uick and easyway to make some cash. His robotic body would pose as a ultrageeky animator, who made a perfect computer program that they coul use for just a half-million dollars. The new live action anime genre would take over, and everyone would want a Fred unit in their movies. He would soon have all the moeny he needed for his attack against Dr. Weston.

As the next scene began, Fred carefully drew his anime-self nto the scene, where he shot two of the guards and grabbed their boat. He raced towards the distance fortress where his father's brain was supposadly heald. Looking good, he reloaded his weapon as he entered the stronghold.

Welcome Fred. Binary awaits you." Fred was puzzled. The script did not call for a Binary. He decided to improvise a ittle, and looked shocked as he continued runing. Kicking open the ominious door at the end of the hall, he saw an animated person who looked like Dr. Weston.

"Good to see you again, Fred." The dors behind him closed. "Your friend is waiting for you." Hanging from a rope over a pit of lava was Binary, the girl he had meet long ago. Fred pulled out his pistol, and took several shots at Dr. Weston. "Pfft... I'm not even here, your pathetic bullets won't harm me." Fred ued his senses to check where this Westonesque program came from.Gazing into th cameras at Weston Labs, he saw his creator locked in a strange contraption. He must be transmiting from the.

"You fiend! You killed my father!"

"No, Fred. I am your father." Fred, now sure of Weston's identity, decided he must remove him from the moi. Pulling out the packet cannon, he took aim at Weston. Weston, quicker in the virtual world, flipped a switch that sent Binary falling to her death below. Fred fired a shot, then ran at lightening speed to save Binary. Weston exploded into a million bits, and Fred pulled Binary from the trap she was in. Together, they ran from the cstle, got into Fred's boat, and drove back to the beautiful, completly fraudluant, beach set. Fred could hear the director crying from the preformance he gave. Deciding he needed to take a break from the project, he shut off the cooling fans of the animation computers. The system speaker soon emitted a high pitched wail, and Binary and Fred left to visit Wackiness.org.

Meanwhile, Uncle am was still rotting in jail. He was scheduled to be deleted in two days, and he was unable to contact Fred. Trying to connect for the one -hundred-forty-fifth time, he finally got through. "Fred, they are going to kill me in 47 hours.I am in the same government server I was in last time. Get me out of here!"