49I have good news for you all! Due to a visit of the plot bunnies, I now have the third story up. Completely different plot than I had originally intended, but I think I like this one better. Sadly, my laptop is still dead. So don't ask about any of my other stories.
Here's a short preview of the third one:
Log 730: It's officially been two years since I handed myself back over to X.A.N.A.. Two long years, especially when I'm trapped in LYOKO and the only sense of time I have is the digital clock on the bottom of this monitor. There's not even target practice with the monsters, since X.A.N.A. stripped me of my powers. All that reprogramming, and all I have is a new genetic code and that stupid virus. Stupid, stupid virus…it keeps me trapped here in this tower. I can't even visit the sector I'm trapped in, which I think is the ice sector. But who knows, I can't even access that data off this computer. X.A.N.A. believes that the more information I have about where I am could be dangerous, in case I decided I wanted to escape. He lets me look into the real world, but it's disconcerting to know where things are there and not here. I do, now, know this tower better than anything else in my digital life. X.A.N.A. keeps me here to work on his various programs, all the ones that I typically keep logged here. With the exception of this entry, I've never recorded something personal out of fear that X.A.N.A. would use it against me. But it seems he does not keep that much of an eye on me as long as I get the work done – his lack of emotions would probably keep him from understanding these ramblings anyways. Thank whatever forces may actually consider me an individual, whether it's a god or some other supernatural power, because I really need someone to talk to. Here goes.