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[haspaceteeth]

Helloooooooooooooooooo Adstringendumnites! Adstringendumers? Whatever we're all being called at the moment - has anyone ever really come up with a word for the people here? If not, I'd like to recommend Adstringites, it has a certain ring to it...

Anyway! I was wondering; this is a network full of communications and filters and wonderful

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[population_ctrl]

Hacking. Meaning what?

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[haspaceteeth]

It's simply using lines of codes and numbers, finding just the right sequence to sync with a signal of sorts, to worm your way into an electronic device and be able to take control of it from afar, no matter what security it has or who owns it.

I'm surprised no one's mentioned it to you before now.

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[population_ctrl]

[That's useful. And dangerous. Very dangerous.]

I'm not. Many people would gladly hide such a skill.

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[haspaceteeth]

Oh I have no worry about people thinking the worst of those who would hack into private conversations, but I can assure you I'm nothing like those sorts. I simply intrude on what is strictly necessary - or I would, if I could find someone to practice on.

See, simple conversations of those who simply like keeping to themselves are no importance to me, I frankly don't care. But the conversations between the evil ones among us, the ones that live off gore and violence, those are the ones I want the ability to disrupt, if just for a few more minutes of forewarning.

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[population_ctrl]

[There's a short, rather thoughtful pause.]

What is your name, Monsieur?

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[haspaceteeth]

Oh! Do you not know? [A bright grin] I'm the Doctor.

One of me, that is.

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[population_ctrl]

[Stare.]

One of you. [Waaaait. Something's ringing a bell here.] Ah, yes. Monsieur Harold Saxon has mentioned you once or twice.

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[haspaceteeth]

[.... Interesting.]

Has he now? And what exactly has he said of me?

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[population_ctrl]

Come now. Public posts do not, as far as I know, require hacking skills.

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[haspaceteeth]

[Excuse him as he gives you a blank look for a moment, before diving into the network, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he searches and-

...... oh.]

Well that's rubbish. No wonder half the city seems perfectly fine with keeping me an arm's length away. A genocidal maniac? Hardly the case.

[As per usual, he's... simply not thinking about some other things that were being said about him on the Master's part. This is so much easier to think about.]

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[population_ctrl]

No? Let's hear your side of the story then, Monsieur.

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[haspaceteeth]

[And while he knows this... probably isn't the best thing to do when faced with a situation like this. He's suddenly becoming far less... wordy, he supposes.]

That's a fairly personal question, I'm afraid. A bad... point in time.

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[population_ctrl]

[There's a reason why Jean Louis never tells anyone anything about himself. He understands the need for secrecy.]

Of course. My apologies, it was only curiosity.

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[haspaceteeth]

[He's tapping his fingers against the side of the PCD absently, almost the same rhythm as his heartbeats, the Master's drum beats. Finally, staring kind of off to the side, he starts speaking. Slowly, and almost distractedly.

It's good to... quell rumors. Especially ones like this. And so long as he doesn't give too much away...]

There was... a war. A big war. One that threatened to unravel the entire Universe, to strip it bare and rebuild it in an image of violence and destruction. That is, if it ever could have been rebuilt in the first place. A Time War.

And I had to make a choice. A hard choice, a terrible choice. I locked them all away.

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[population_ctrl]

[He listens, eyebrows rising just a bit at that last sentence.]

'Them'?