[004] Accidental Video
[Motoko is, today, standing in the middle of a rather empty city, looking confused. For rather obvious reasons. The less than obvious ones become apparent as she thinks out loud to herself.]
Diagnostics are coming through as normal, so what is wrong with the audio-visual input?
[At least her comments seem to indicate that she has accepted the explanation of where she is, even if she doesn't quite believe it. She won't be goin pff again about group delusion or large-scale cyberterrorism and brain hacks any time soon, anyway.
She continues musing out loud to herself, unaware of the tablet recording her.]
My attack barriers should have repelled any hack, so what the hell is this? They can't have moved that many people overnight. The logistics would be...
[She falls back intop silence after her sentence trails off, as she worries at the nail of her thumb with her teeth for a moment.]
Damn. I think I need a vacation. The chief owes me for this.
[Her hand falls down to her side and rests agains a somwhat overlarge handgun holstered at her hip. She visibly relaxes at feeling it, not that it makes much sense if no one is there, but still. It's the small things in life, right?]
What the hell is wrong with this place?
Diagnostics are coming through as normal, so what is wrong with the audio-visual input?
[At least her comments seem to indicate that she has accepted the explanation of where she is, even if she doesn't quite believe it. She won't be goin pff again about group delusion or large-scale cyberterrorism and brain hacks any time soon, anyway.
She continues musing out loud to herself, unaware of the tablet recording her.]
My attack barriers should have repelled any hack, so what the hell is this? They can't have moved that many people overnight. The logistics would be...
[She falls back intop silence after her sentence trails off, as she worries at the nail of her thumb with her teeth for a moment.]
Damn. I think I need a vacation. The chief owes me for this.
[Her hand falls down to her side and rests agains a somwhat overlarge handgun holstered at her hip. She visibly relaxes at feeling it, not that it makes much sense if no one is there, but still. It's the small things in life, right?]
What the hell is wrong with this place?