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I need a Hacker to make me some custom software. I can provide compensation far more interesting than some simple starfish tokens.

I also could use the services of an engineer capable of working and manufacturing with nanometer precision. I can only really offer a challenge and the promise of scientific discovery.

I'm pretty sure there are individuals in this bubble capable of either of these. If you're interested, let me know and I can give your some more details.

[The following gets edited in after an hour or so.]

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Shit. I should have mentioned. If there are any sort of physicists out there, You'll probably be interested in some of what I have planned. Anyone with experience in Astronomy, Robotics, Mathematics or Optics could be helpful.

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Nanometers, huh? You have my attention.

Needs to be that small. I want to triangulate the distance to the sun, and we only have the island to work with. Lasers to range find the distance between base points, and use the angles between the bases and the sun. Trigonometry, right?

Kids stuff. Provided we can obtain the equipment. Your laser will have to be extremely powerful and precise to get any kind of reflection.

But, before I offer my services, I'm going to have to ask you what the purpose of all of this is.

Nah Fuck it. It's a boring idea. No, fuck, goddamn drugs. Where's that fucking bottle. Goddamnit!

[A short delay, and then...]

Audio Transcriber automatic warning: User emitting sound of medical distress. Switching to video feed.

[As the video feed comes on you'retreated to an image of a tattooed man, sitting in an easy chair in his boxers. His body is twitching a bit, and his eyes are rolled back in their sockets. By all appearances he's having some sort of seizure. After a few seconds the convulsions stop and he lies still. a Moment later and he jumps bolt upright, yelling.]

Aaaagh! Yeah, Ok!

[Tech mentally packs "Sun Distance Experiments" somewhere in his ever-looming future project file, before a voice returns his attention to the SFC. He watches with piqued interest as something seizes the figure, then jumps in his seat a bit at the sudden burst of activity. On regaining himself, he raises an eyebrow.]

Um.

Edited 2012-08-30 12:21 (UTC)

[And now he's grinning like a maniac. Yes, there is a little bit of blood running from one nostril and one eye duct. As he speaks, he speeds up until there's barely any delay between sentences. ]

Hah. Yess. Hi. Sorry about that. This curse or whatever it is has made it fucking hard to focus. No motivation. I got ways around that. Chemistry is a wonderful thing, my friend.

This is all about information. The bastards in charge won't let us know what's going on, and as far as I'm aware nobody has looked into just what the properties of this place are. I find it suspicious that it is so similar to many of our homeworlds. How long is a day here? We can measure the periods between local apparent noon times. Is there any variance in the basic constants, like gravity and radioactive decay? It this place so much like home because of luck, or is the world different outside these force fields?

[Ah, these were many of the things that Tech was wondering about himself. So they had that in common. At least.]

All excellent questions. But the problem, of course, is that what makes this place so metaphysically interesting is also what makes it difficult--if not impossible--to quantify. It's hard to make a physical observation when every other person in the city seems to operate with a varying set of physics. For all we know, other things, such as your distance to the sun, could be just as negotiable. It's fascinating really.

D --> Consider me interested in all fronts

I will consider you interested, but I doubt you'll agree to the programming request. Thats fine. You do robotics work, right? I want a digital image recording device on a semi-robotic base that can automatically identify and track celestial objects moving with noticeable speed compared with the star field. You know. Those big things. Usually rock or gas. Sometimes get covered in a bunch of assholes that don't ask enough goddamn questions. Wassnames. Orbit stars and shit.

I AM GOING TO SAY STRAIGHT UP THAT THE AMOUNT OF CARE I PUT TOWARD YOUR CURRENT BLABBER IS LOCATED SQUARELY IN THE SPACE BETWEEN "JACK" AND "SHIT".
TELL ME IF IT'S THAT IMPORTANT BUT OTHERWISE SPARE ME THE DETAILS.
WHAT I'M CONTACTING YOU FOR IS...
DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO READ OVER THAT ARTICLE YOU MENTIONED?
THE ONE ABOUT THE SIGNLESS?
I KIND OF FLEW OFF THE HANDLE BACK THEN BUT NOT WITHOUT REASON
BUT IF YOU STILL WANT HELP, CONSIDER MY METAPHORICAL RUMBLE SPHERES TO BE REASONABLY CHILLED.

Uh Yeah. I would.
I should have waited to bring it up.
I'm sorry, Karkat.
Anyway, I'll let you know when it's ready. I was going to finish it today but I've been having some serious motivation issues, possibly related to those three over at Zelda's place. Might be a coral thing.
I'm fighting to get any sort of work done right now.

I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER HE GOES BACK
AND I STILL DON'T REALLY WANT TO, BECAUSE IF ANYTHING'S DEPRESSING IT'S THAT
BUT IF HE'S GOING TO GET SOME KIND OF ARTICLE IN HIS HONOR THEN I DON'T SEE WHY I SHOULDN'T HELP.
THAT'S PROBABLY A CURSE, THOUGH.
IT HASN'T HIT ME YET BUT I DON'T TRUST MY LUCK TO LET ME AVOID IT THE WHOLE WEEK.

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