Just admit it.” She was yelling. “You want me to hold your hand when I cross the street! You won’t let me climb a tree, because I might scrape m...y knee. You want to stifle me forever!““No I don’t,” I said, trying to calm her down. “I’m your dad. I have to worry about you. It’s my job.”“It’s not your job to worry about me,” she argued, still scowling. “It’s your job to love me ... and support me ... and help me be who I want to be!”“Okay, okay,” I said, reaching to touch her. “I get it. It’s. The program was written, probably, in C+ by a person whose initials were MPC. It was in encrypted machine code and it took Alex some three weeks to decrypt it, even with the help of her program. Eventually, she decrypted it and then decompiled it and looked at the pseudo source code. She couldn't believe the sophistication of the program. It seemed to issue commands to some equipment 'out there' in the internet. All she had was an IP address; it was an old address.This program was producing. I knew they would follow and started looking for things they would walk into. The tiny hissing sound of an Antasurus hive drew me closer. I was very careful as I quickly crossed and ran to a nearby hanging branch. I jumped and swung up before glancing down at the small army of lizards.I moved higher before heading to the trunk and then around and out another limb. I made my way down and checked to make sure the hive was not there before dropping to the ground almost twenty meters from where I. A stirring that had been absent from the others.A feeling of unease drifted over me but I quickly dispelled it with a grasp at my bow. The nook of the arrow slid easilly between the string as I braced it beside my bare thighs. They were near, certainly watching and listening. I could taste it in the air.I peeked from behind my cover and caught sight of movement to my left and right. My personal guard, s**ttered at various points along my flanks. I signalled to the furthest at the right and he.