The story so far....
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Kris: Sorry, I almost always use wetware to access -- ah, here it is. You think this'll work?
Gabrielle: Ought to. I mean, your stuff shouldn't be that different from arcade security.
Kris: I hope so. Otherwise I'm down to dosing the punch, and that is so unoriginal.
Gabrielle: Huh. Little more complicated than arcades after all. I wonder if --
Kris: Plus I don't get to use the pink dye, and I was looking forward to the pink dye.
Gabrielle: -- no, that won't work. But if I...
Kris: And it's the perfect excuse, excuses like that don't grow on --
Gabrielle: I wonder what happens if I --
Kris: ... or we could do this. This works.
Gabrielle: Nice security.
Gabrielle: Ought to. I mean, your stuff shouldn't be that different from arcade security.
Kris: I hope so. Otherwise I'm down to dosing the punch, and that is so unoriginal.
Gabrielle: Huh. Little more complicated than arcades after all. I wonder if --
Kris: Plus I don't get to use the pink dye, and I was looking forward to the pink dye.
Gabrielle: -- no, that won't work. But if I...
Kris: And it's the perfect excuse, excuses like that don't grow on --
Gabrielle: I wonder what happens if I --
Kris: ... or we could do this. This works.
Gabrielle: Nice security.
When last we saw... Kris - Gabrielle
July 1, 2009
'wetware': Kris has enough pure blue blood in her that she can use the mind-machine interface that the Gene Lords built into themselves. Like most, she treats it essentially as a toy, a speedy and convenient way of accessing her feeds and opening the garage door. It is capable of far more, but as it is also a sophisticated, exclusive, and highly addictive means for turning your brain into tapioca, skilled jackers remain a small and neurotic elite.
July 1, 2009
'wetware': Kris has enough pure blue blood in her that she can use the mind-machine interface that the Gene Lords built into themselves. Like most, she treats it essentially as a toy, a speedy and convenient way of accessing her feeds and opening the garage door. It is capable of far more, but as it is also a sophisticated, exclusive, and highly addictive means for turning your brain into tapioca, skilled jackers remain a small and neurotic elite.
Alfred Vaz wants to save the world. Robert Gu just wants to make poetry again. Mr. Rabbit promises both what they want... but will they get what they deserve?
