Lock it, fill it, call it, find it, view it, code it, jam, unlock it [CLOSED]

[theleftear]

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

Comments

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it, Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

[terminatenomore]

[ The Terminator arrived in the early morning hours, or rather, what it's internal clock said was five am. Artificial skies and an adapted date and time readout did little to hide the face they were still in orbit, and time here was effectively meaningless. It just came at such an odd hour after it surmised it would be less likely to encounter anyone on the way over.

It came armed, liked it always did. But this time it had brought a knife, a standard armed forces-issued KA-BAR in the event proper cutting equipment could was not acquired. The organic sheath surrounding it's structure was tougher than it looked. Hopefully the human it was going to allow to access his network was not bothered by blood.

When it loomed in the entrance way, it ran over again just why it had agreed to this. A lapse in logic, definitely. But when it saw Lain; small and weak, it's read out glitched for a moment- so much so that it almost called her by a different name. ]

I got your message.

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it, ccan it, send it, fax, rename it

[theleftear]

[ She's not the impressive presence of her online counterpart, that's for certain. It actually looks like she hasn't eaten or dressed in days, sitting around in her school skirt and blouse, sans socks or shoes.

She picks herself up, body swaying uncertainly as she dislodges some of the heavier cables. Recognition slides in a moment or so later. ]

You came.

[ She shakes the last wires off from around her ankles and approaches him, stopping short by a few feet. He's tall-- like that American that used to haunt outside her parents' house. ]

So... You're not a hologram?

Touch it, bring it, Pay it, watch it, Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

[terminatenomore]

[ The Terminator noticed, but it was not surprised. The very little it could pick up from the network regarding residents, it knew Lain was relatively young and somewhere in the youth hostels. It was, in part, the reason he came armed only with the KA-BAR. Looking at her, it did not know whether it should be prepared for Lain unexpectedly pass out, she was so small. ]

Yes, that is obvious.

[ Unaware of her trauma associated with people as large as it was, closed the gap by a foot and, lacking tact, drew the KA-BAR. ]

I am not a hologram, and you are going to need this.

TECHNOLOGIC. TECHNOLOGIC. TECHNOLOGIC. TECHNOLOGIC.

[theleftear]

[ She supposes she should flinch, seeing the knife. Instead she just purses her lips, swallowing, taking a prudent step back again. ]

I don't-- What's it for?