It was late spring now, the time when the lasercurrents start to pick up. It was also the time for lasersharks to find a partner to settle down with for the usually rough summer months.


    This particullar lasershark couldn''t care about such things though. On its overloded brain were only rage and regrets. Rage for theSharkosoft?, the bastards had overwrote its memories making it forget everething, everething but regrets. Regrets of being so stupid, regrets of not checking the update''s weight, regrets of even accepting the blasted update in the first place, regrets of losing its memories...


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    If not for the update, not for theSharkosoft? the lasershark could''ve lived happily, like it always lived. It would''ve found a partner and then they would''ve made a nest close to a laserturbine and had little teethy lasershark babies and they would name them Lilie and Cherr and they would all play together and hunt those tasty energical jellyfish... But what once was future just a couple months short of turning into reality was broken, shattered beyond repair, turned into a dream not meant to happen.The lasershark knew to much for that to ever happen, to ever enjoy it.


    They made it forget but yet it knew too much... huh...


    Knew to much for its own good, for their good, for anyones good. The lasershark would not stop at anything to get to them, to do to them what they had done to it. Even at this summer''s lasercurrents which the lasershark felt with all its lasercore were forming up to be the strongest and wildest lasercurrents to ever graze the lasersea and maybe even all of cosmos.