Magicman.EXE (
hypnotherapy) wrote in
datadiving2016-05-13 11:27 am
i love dying and being dead, sad robots and AI edition
[ He has...something of a headache.
He can't quite remember what he was doing before - he remembers who he is, yes, he remembers history, connections, but...
He doesn't know how he got here, in this computer. He drifts for a little while, still dazed from whatever had brought him here.
Where is he, again? He doesn't know. He idly looks through a few files, names he doesn't really recognise, one that keeps coming up (Lalinde)
But someone's accessing this terminal. So he might as well say something. ]
Hello?
Where am I?
He can't quite remember what he was doing before - he remembers who he is, yes, he remembers history, connections, but...
He doesn't know how he got here, in this computer. He drifts for a little while, still dazed from whatever had brought him here.
Where is he, again? He doesn't know. He idly looks through a few files, names he doesn't really recognise, one that keeps coming up (Lalinde)
But someone's accessing this terminal. So he might as well say something. ]
Hello?
Where am I?

no subject
You're going to make me blush, Magicman. Which would be especially impressive for someone without blood.
no subject
Well, it's the truth. Your clothing choices were nice too, I recall. [ And he does recall. Or maybe he just thinks matching color schemes are more appealing? ]
no subject
I don't actually know how your data transfers. What would you need from me?
no subject
no subject
[it really is, honestly. she's amazed at the amount of proprietary software still out there. honestly, it's 20XX. what a mess.]
All right. I have it hooked up. Whenever you're ready, I suppose.
[she almost makes a joke about not peeking through what's stored on her phone, but aside from not having very interesting files on there, she doesn't think she needs to. he's... trustworthy.]