Lock it, fill it, call it, find it, view it, code it, jam, unlock it [CLOSED]
Who ; Lain Iwakura and T-800
What ; Lain is sliding her long hard cable into T-800's serial port
Where ; Lain's place, youth hostel in Kurzweil
When ; sometime when people aren't dying
Warning(s) ; too much cyberpunk
[ She isn't sure if she should be out at a time like this, with Maine still at large. But she reasons she can monitor him, and Washington, per Delta's request, and still continue with her own projects. There is so much she feels she needs to know, and doesn't. Especially lately.
She hates this place. Empty and silent and loud all at once. Everything that happens seems so much larger than herself. It used to be that...
...It used to be that she was more powerful than this.
Lain finds an electronic supply store and orders one of everything delivered to the hostel. She wakes up to the autmatons sliding slithering black cables and wires and plastic packages of jacks and modifiers into her bed. She lifts her heads, feeble and malnourished hands wrapping around wires, finding the cutters, looking at which ends she supposes she may need.
She sends an encrypted note to the machine, containing her location. She doesn't mean to invite just anyone back, but he's not exactly a person. Not the same as a living being. She can trust him, she thinks. Anyway, it's the only place for certain she can maintain a hard line. ]
What ; Lain is sliding her long hard cable into T-800's serial port
Where ; Lain's place, youth hostel in Kurzweil
When ; sometime when people aren't dying
Warning(s) ; too much cyberpunk
[ She isn't sure if she should be out at a time like this, with Maine still at large. But she reasons she can monitor him, and Washington, per Delta's request, and still continue with her own projects. There is so much she feels she needs to know, and doesn't. Especially lately.
She hates this place. Empty and silent and loud all at once. Everything that happens seems so much larger than herself. It used to be that...
...It used to be that she was more powerful than this.
Lain finds an electronic supply store and orders one of everything delivered to the hostel. She wakes up to the autmatons sliding slithering black cables and wires and plastic packages of jacks and modifiers into her bed. She lifts her heads, feeble and malnourished hands wrapping around wires, finding the cutters, looking at which ends she supposes she may need.
She sends an encrypted note to the machine, containing her location. She doesn't mean to invite just anyone back, but he's not exactly a person. Not the same as a living being. She can trust him, she thinks. Anyway, it's the only place for certain she can maintain a hard line. ]