Luna codes something in basic.

Takka takka takkity tak tak takka
>It was a perfect day at summer's end.
Takkity takkity tak tak
>Lincoln was outside throwing the ball around with Lynn and Clyde.
>Lori sat outside and let Leni tend to her hair.
Takka tak tak takka
>Lisa was over at Darcy's house and Lily was with her parents.
>Lola was at a pageant, Lana played in Mud.
Takka tak tak takkity tak takka tak
>Luan was tasked with following Lucy to her "playdate" with some of her witch friends.
>And Luna sat in her room and programmed in BASIC on a Commodore 64.
>She'd been up for about 28 hours now, only leaving to use the bathroom.
>It had to be done in time for the school year.
>Maybe she'd get extra credit from the computer science class?
Takka takka takka tak
>Tim and Geoff Follin's prog rock-inspired tunes played on repeat in her ears.
>The silver surfer theme burned itself into her mind.
>She had to erase work multiple times when she realized she was just copying that song.
Takka takkity tak tak TAK.
>It was done.
>Luna looked over her work.
>It was crude, poorly optimized, and needed a few fixes here and there.
>But it was good enough for now.
>Luna opened her window and shouted into the street.
>"Oi Lincoln! I got something to show you!"
>It occurred to Luna that she hadn't spoken since yesterday.
>And she needed to wash herself.
>But that didn't matter.
>What did matter was that she was going to have her first audience.
>Lincoln was steady coming up the stairs, with Lynn and Clyde close behind.
>Ever since Luna's depression started, she had spent more and more time in her room.
>Even with him being her manager of fun and happiness, there was only so much she could do.
>Especially since she got into these old british computers.
>Lincoln opened the door to Luna's room, seeing her standing there excited.
>A massive smile was on her face.
>That boded well, at least.
>Lynn wasn't having any of it.
>"Okay, Luna, what's more important than Footbasesoccer?"
>"Lynn, I thought it was Tennissoccerbase?"
>"Shut up, Clyde."
>"So, uh, I put this together for you, Lincoln. I, uh, yeah..."
>Luna typed a command into the computer.
>"Ah, dammit, wrong filename. Okay, hold on..."
>Finally the computer rattled a bit and started the video.
>A city skyline at night was shown, with heroic music soaring over the visuals.
>A lone shadowed figure perched on top of the tallest tower, strong in stature.
>A slow, confident theme played as the figure was shown.
>It was Ace Savvy, but with the face of Lincoln.
>And a few other nicks and nacks added on to be legally distinct, of course.
>The art was impressively on-model, and reflected Lincoln as both boyish and manly.
>But ultimately, it showed him as a Hero.
>The video was short and lasted only a minute.
>But it got its point across.
>Clyde was awestruck.
>Lynn peaced out halfway through.
>Too mushy and lovey-dovey.
>Luna turned to Lincoln.
>"I, uh, made this for you, because I love you and you're nice and you've been so understanding-"
>Luna began to tear uo and cry.
>Lincoln only hugged her and cried too.
>"I love you, bro!"
>"I love you too, Luna!"
>This was all a bit much for Clyde, who peaced out midway and left the two alone.
>The siblings hugged it out for what seemed like hours, simply happy that the other was there.