text; un: firecracker

[cactusy]

[Shaw is not a social media user, and when it comes to intel-gathering, she'd much rather do it in person; someone else (hint: this means you, Root) can keep tabs on the simulation's weird-ass internet. Not her circus, not her monkeys.

Except right now, she's holed up in the apartment Root's stashed her in, physically and emotionally exhausted but with her brain still moving a mile a minute. So, okay, she'll pull out her tablet. She'll play a few (or ten) rounds of Snake. And then she'll take a peek at the network.

Two of the most recent posts are lengthy musings on philosophy. Goddammit.]

you're all excruciating

Comments

voice; un:curtaincall

[endcaller]

Mmm!

Aren't we just?

[cactusy]

I'm already sick of this place and I haven't even read the comments sections

[endcaller]

Oh, you aren't missing much.

The usual topics of discussion are existential anxiety and violence.

[cactusy]

so what, group therapy?

[endcaller]

Not at all.

I see very little evidence that our discourse has relieved anyone of their distress.

We mostly make each other worse.

voice; un: what

[starringsecond]

Aren't you a bundle of sunshine.

[cactusy]

and why do you all want to voicechat with a stranger

[Sameen Shaw: criminally incapable of making a good first impression.]

[starringsecond]

It's just easier to talk than type, y'know? I can never get used to these things.

Besides, you're the one who started this. Pot calling kettle black, much?

[Don't worry - Yuri's not the best at first impressions, either.]

[cactusy]

in text, the way normal people talk to strangers on the internet

for all you know, I could be a criminal

[starringsecond]

[The following is said in the flattest manner possible:]

Oh no. What are you gonna do, come over and stab me?

text; un: principal

[nuraridouman]

thx, you suck too

[ don't drink and browse the net like this useless adult, kids ]

text; un: principal

[cactusy]

at least I don't suck in 3 big paragraphs

text;

[nuraridouman]

Ah. Is that what this is about?

There was a bit of a conundrum with the switching off of an Ai and a couple of people being lost during the attempt to save it instead recently. It probably got some people in the mood of thinking out loud.

text;

[cactusy]

I haven't heard about the people being lost. lost how?

text;

[nuraridouman]

They simply vanish. Gone without any signs or reason.

The team I was part of lost one, and the team that came to give us backup lost one as well. I found the doctor's communication tools, but that's about it. It's like he just put his phone to the side for a moment, and then was gone.

What troubles me most is that there's no way of telling whether it had anything to do with what we were trying to do and where, or if it was just more of 'the usual' with extra bad timing.

text un: punchesu

[grappler]

you probably are too. you just haven't shown it yet.

well, you have a little bit.

[she's just saying.]

[cactusy]

only a little bit?

nice username

[grappler]

enough to know that you complain like the rest of us.

thanks. thought of it all by myself.

[cactusy]

I haven't seen you guys complain, I've just seen you talk too much

and type too much

[grappler]

stick around, you'll see it.

also yeah, there's a lot of nerds here. every time I check the network, there's a new one rambling about something.

text; un: shades

[laserguy]

great, you'll fit right in.

[cactusy]

you guys keep thinking that's going to be a surprise to hear

I know myself

[laserguy]

okay. i kind of respect the honesty.

new, right? don't recognize the name.

[cactusy]

I've been here for 3 hours

[laserguy]

and it took you three hours to form that opinion.

[Not that she's entirely wrong... depends on who she met.]