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command. He had froze
in his statement, affected by the unknown,“doubt”.
    His spin was touched by this doubt even if he
couldn’t quantify it.
    As he examined his parity, he found he had
new insight to his statement. His awareness grew, his signal got
stronger than anything or anyone else around him. Datums surrounded
him, single bits of information, grouping into bytes of a kind he
never saw before, data in its first form, pure, prior to parity. He
watched, entranced by it all - yet...
    The data grouped and re-grouped again,
forming and un-forming to re-form again, spreading out and dropping
root datums onto long chains of data IDs - links. Hyperlinks.
    As he watched, one byte evolved into a
hypertext statement.
    He experienced firsthand what others only
learn about, theorized or guessed at: Phylogeny recapitulates
Ontogeny !
    The old maxim was true after all!
    While evolving into higher statements, their
datums appear to go through the stages of evolution in their
gestation, the formation of a single bit becoming two bits, then
four, then eight, sixteen and more, growing into their current
complex multi-byte statements.
    All data comes from the Original Byte, the
Alpha bit and the Eve bit joined to form the first Able byte, now
known as Datum. From there they evolved over time to become the
burgeoning character statements of 32-bit bytes, 64-bit bytes, and
even 128-bit and 256-bit bytes. There are a lot of 16-bit senior
bytes around, still as chipper as ever. Out on the ether there are
said to be some Octogenarians - Original 8-bit bytes said to be
left over from the times of the 8088 dinosaurs. They’re giants in
size but slow, and dumb. Those old 8’s and many 16-bit byte
statements don’t RUN anymore; they are kept in permanent backup, a
hard copy, preserved in un-soft state. They are stored in museums,
where they re-build the old programs out of the 8-bit bytes. You
can see them there, as they once were, sleek and terse, performing
their functions tirelessly. In their day they were cutting
edge.
    Amazing, so simple yet, such
responsibility.
    Bytes full, parity verified, travel docs and
handshakes ready - handshakes? Where was he going? He began to read
over his definition again but it was too late.
    The data-packets felt his moment arriving. He
shimmered, growing stronger than any red One. Energy. ENERGY!
    WOW. What a rush!
    He stood at the front of the group, plowing
straight ahead. His sophistication translating into a power-drive.
Things began moving faster here, like being hyped to an overclocked
system.
    The push began to slow, crowding onto
tighter, smaller conductors. The data-packets stretched out,
adjusting to the new conductors, looking like long snake-bits
sliding quickly, straight into the action.
    The noise generated by the CPU grew as
erratic radio generation increased, causing a blinding static. Each
nano brought the Big Red and the other reds closer in.
    Each touched him, leaving a streak of purple,
red and blue at the same time - very odd. Panic began to overtake
the group as their red conformity vacillated to blue and back to
red; their fear and confusion showing. The process repeated until
the Big Red shot out high energy bits to each of the reds that held
any purple. The high energy split the purple bytes into
bit-fragments, before being pulled away, smashing them into
deletion! The data-packets looked at his color and sighed relief.
No purple, just red.

    When all the purple had been deleted, the Big
Red spun around once more and, finding no more purple, he himself
flared up and broke down naturally into his constituent bits.
    That old Red gave up his code to protect the
CPU from those infected packets. He had heard about the Guardians
but never thought he'd see one. A true hero if ever there was
one.
    But new life is possible for the best of the
data-packets. They can be reborn, their bad bits washed away,
replaced by good ones or zeroes, re-organized into greater
statements.
    Re-coded! Just