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Challenge 788 - Simulated reality
Title: Simulated reality
Character: Jack, Tosh, Ianto, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 788 - Wrong at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Tosh has messed up and everyone is paying the price. A double drabble.
Jack arched an eyebrow at their general support officer. ‘We’re definitely locked in?’
Ianto nodded, still consulting his PDA. ‘Full emergency shutdown for twenty four hours. Of course, that’s assuming the system decides that nothing is wrong, otherwise we could be in here for days.’
‘Great.’ Jack cast his gaze across at Tosh who was still working her keyboard, for all the good it was doing them. ‘Tosh?’ he said, waiting for a better answer.
‘I don’t understand it,’ she replied. ‘The simulation was only meant to test our defences in the theoretical sense. It was meant to run a series of disaster scenarios and report back how our systems might be expected to react.’
‘This is considered theoretical?’ Owen quipped.
‘There must have been something wrong with the code I wrote,’ she said, still trying to analyse the thousands of lines of indecipherable code. ‘The system seems to think it’s actually under threat.’
‘Theoretical or real,’ Jack began, ‘all I want to know is how we stop the simulation so that the lockdown protocols can be lifted. I like a day off as much as the next person, but I prefer not to spend it locked up.’
Jack arched an eyebrow at their general support officer. ‘We’re definitely locked in?’
Ianto nodded, still consulting his PDA. ‘Full emergency shutdown for twenty four hours. Of course, that’s assuming the system decides that nothing is wrong, otherwise we could be in here for days.’
‘Great.’ Jack cast his gaze across at Tosh who was still working her keyboard, for all the good it was doing them. ‘Tosh?’ he said, waiting for a better answer.
‘I don’t understand it,’ she replied. ‘The simulation was only meant to test our defences in the theoretical sense. It was meant to run a series of disaster scenarios and report back how our systems might be expected to react.’
‘This is considered theoretical?’ Owen quipped.
‘There must have been something wrong with the code I wrote,’ she said, still trying to analyse the thousands of lines of indecipherable code. ‘The system seems to think it’s actually under threat.’
‘Theoretical or real,’ Jack began, ‘all I want to know is how we stop the simulation so that the lockdown protocols can be lifted. I like a day off as much as the next person, but I prefer not to spend it locked up.’
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