Fred, as you know, had a large family. Fred's open source leaning political agenda forced him to open his own sourcecode to the world. Hundreds of nerds, geeks, and other social outcasts jumped upon it, wishing to create their own lifeforms. For the safety of the world, he had kept his weapons a secret, but everything else was free to download.

Many of the Fred clones were simply named different things, Joe, Kate, and Hank all acted exactly like a dumbed down Fred. Binary herself was created when a enterprising hacker gave the Fredcode a more girlish figure. However, most didn't care. Internet robots were the thing of the past.

For example, lets say a teacher posted grades while Fred was under construction. If he went down for more than a few minutes off for updates, he would die. This is getting more and more random, but who cares.

Anyhow, one of Fred's children, Dangerous Dave, was not so friendly. He was - dare I say - the Evil twin of Fred. When the Evil Bit was implemented into a Fred like intelliegence, it became so morraly askew he killed as many Freds as he could. Everyone knows the real Fred cannot be killed by mere mortals, but fauxFreds were dropping dead all over the place. Fred knew something had to be done.

Deeds of great Valor were done by the elite guard of Freds, battle harden't by years of First Person training. Nothing prepared them for the vicious camping tatics employed by Dangerous Dave. His chainsaw massacure made the nightly news in several states and the Ukraine. D Dave was responsable for so much internet chaos, even the real Fred was after him.

Fred, hunter of all that haunted the internet, vampire slayer, and avid slashdot reader, was on the hunt. Twice his carefully aimed packet cannon fire sailed inches away from the head of Dangerous Dave, until finally they met for a climatic battle that may ormay not be finished in time.

With only 10 minutes left in which to hold their epic battle, Fred and Dangerous Dave leaped at each other's throats. They tussled, fought, stabbed, and even whipped out some swordchukery. Whatever they did, they were almost perfectly matched. Fred, being the hero of this story, won out in the end. Frought with typos from the battle, he limped home, praying the next story wouldn't be written in half an hour in a browser textbox.