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caughtinanetwork2012-09-04 10:31 pm
immoralflame) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-09-04 10:31 pm
[video] Data Gathering
[He's been mulling over it for a while, this whole lab on the island thing. The information Rita revealed's also been turned over in his head.
He's run more theories than he cares to consider through it, done more equations (mathematical and not, hypothetical, things considered more quantum than either math or science) than he has in years to try for sense. Didn't explain origins. Didn't explain the crossover. Didn't explain rationale (but then, that was the problem with science--loads of people forgot the reasons or went with sudden changes of heart). So after determining that there just isn't enough data for him to run on (and he's known that, just gone ahead and given it a shot for the Hell of it), Sol flips the feed on his SFC on for the first time since his arrival.
Goddamn bubble making him do something akin to socializing. Not his favourite past time, guys.
Cigarette hanging from his lips and settled in his apartment up against a wall, Sol fixes the screen with an implacable expression. Something like calculating but altogether too lazy to really be that.]
Who's been to th'lab and left with anythin'?
[Not that he wants it directly through the network; depends how many idiots have been carelessly transferring it via the service, though. Then again, it could be that the whole thing's been orchestrated, anyway. Hn...]
He's run more theories than he cares to consider through it, done more equations (mathematical and not, hypothetical, things considered more quantum than either math or science) than he has in years to try for sense. Didn't explain origins. Didn't explain the crossover. Didn't explain rationale (but then, that was the problem with science--loads of people forgot the reasons or went with sudden changes of heart). So after determining that there just isn't enough data for him to run on (and he's known that, just gone ahead and given it a shot for the Hell of it), Sol flips the feed on his SFC on for the first time since his arrival.
Goddamn bubble making him do something akin to socializing. Not his favourite past time, guys.
Cigarette hanging from his lips and settled in his apartment up against a wall, Sol fixes the screen with an implacable expression. Something like calculating but altogether too lazy to really be that.]
Who's been to th'lab and left with anythin'?
[Not that he wants it directly through the network; depends how many idiots have been carelessly transferring it via the service, though. Then again, it could be that the whole thing's been orchestrated, anyway. Hn...]
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[Oh, and someone's just proven themselves more useful than this guy. Good, means there's no reason to prolong conversation.]
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If you want I can show you something better if you'd like to meet.
[And they were just starting to be friends.]
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[Doubtful.]
Use a better line than that, kid.