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