Firefox searched her overwhelming database of the internet for her maker, Schin, but had very little luck. It was troubling her greatly, afterall, she had contol over all of the internet, why couldn’t she find him? It was another question on her pile of questions, and this one was on the top of the list.

Over the following weeks, Firefox had roamed the internet, popping into the real world, hoping to maybe bump into this Schin. But she had no suck luck with this, and eventually gave up on it. Now she turned to writings once more. She had the sparse comments that he left, but they did not help.

She tried following the comments to a single system, but was always brought to a dead end. This man, her creator was nowhere where she could reach him, any trace of him was nowhere to be found.

Still, she searched. Following links and old system codes. All of them brought her nowhere, and she was getting very agitated about the whole thing. Schin had vanished, and Firefox was about to take desperate measures…