Elucia's log

She stopped for a moment panting.
She rested, refreshed her log,
catalogued the random bytes that
had joined her since her last rest,
dedicated most of them and kept
one, as she always did.

Scanning the matrix, she calculated
the approach of the snifferbots,
mapped the rnumber, adjusted her
buffer.

" I like running anyway... .. ... ",
her whisper echoed down the path
bouncing back at her
she verified her route,
running swiftly
the stray byte by her side
and disappeared into the vast network.

short short story by Vyg Fynbos 1997