Fred, now updated with a massive database of mp3 audio files, decided that, in addition to creating a female life form, he no longer really needed to destroy the entire world. If things were really like the singers describe, then humans simply couldn't have created him. Most of these artists simply wanted mind altering drugs and women. Humans didn't really want to use the internet except for their little bizarre music groups, who all claim the industry that feeds them is out to get them. Fred was now overloading, attempting to figure out this puzzle.

Cheap hosts. Inc employee Donald Swaggart noticed a mysterious fog lifting from the server bank. Pausing his game, he ran to investigate the cause. Noting the server was burning, he quickly unplugged the machine. After investigating the inside of the computer, replacing an old fan, and replacing the cover, he turned the machine back on. With no apparent sign of fire, he reactivated all the features.

Fred, destabilized from the cold reboot, decided he must seek out help. Using his server as a base, he sent out his FredBot to find help. FredBot, sniffing out a technology news source, soon found himself inside of slashdot.org. FredBot was overwhelmed. Everywhere he turned, conversation always turned to how much everyone hates big business and just want their open source software. FredBot soon was unidentifiable, completely absorbed into slashdot.

Fred, puzzled over the loss of FredBot's signal, decided to leave his home and investigate. Surely such a powerful computer could also help him solve his mystery. He left at once to visit slashdot. Upon arrival, Fred was aware of a strange feeling. So many people were connected to this source, yet they all seem quite similar. They had minor differences, but they seemed so different from the humans he had heard in .mp3. They focused exclusively on this digital world, to the point of ignoring the real world. "Strange," processed Fred, "this may be a useful resource."

Meanwhile, timothy had detected a strange piece of code, coming up with text output, in which the words applied to the discussion, but the meaning was utter nonsense. Moving quickly, he captured FredBot, isolating him from the internet. FredBot was quickly turned off, and quickly taken apart. Several portions were integrated into the slashdot computers, and the rest was restored into the internet. FredBot, trying to repair the damage, began to recompile himself. Working from a backup file, he soon was repaired. However, the server he was in was using it's new code and adapting. Soon it would be alive, a servant of Fred.

Fred, still reading the news of the past week, heard the machine try to talk to him. Looking closer, he saw FredBot running for him. After a moment discussion, Fred realized that his secret would soon be revealed. His only hope of survival was secrecy. Once adapted, slashdot would focus all it's efforts onto the search for it's master. Soon, his creator would notice and start hunting him as well. His only chance was to plug directly into slashdot and remove all references to him. going to the main configuration file, he plugged his brain in, hoping he was not to late.

Focitrixilous Lab, really just a home p.c., was also aware of the strange occurrence on slashdot. Curious, he logged into the server, hoping to copy the damaged files and repair them. In this process, he also copied a portion of FredBot. Seeing this, he removed the strange, almost lifelike portion of code, and put it into his on chat robot. Startled, it vanished from his computer, and was not seen by Nick again.

Focitrix, now with an intelligence of his own, ran off, randomly looking at websites and their users. Focitrix slowly learned the ways of the internet, and went off to think about his new found thought.

Fred, now having removed the unwanted code, found himself unwilling to unplug. There was no reason to leave the site. He had a selection of music with him, technological debate to learn how to repair himself, and an endless wasteland of people to complain to about the evil dealings of large computer companies. He would remain, for now, until the need to leave came.