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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.
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Edit:: 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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| I've been laying low since I arrived here, watching you people on the network, learning what I could about this place. I've watched the bubble go crazy with a body swapping curse, watched friends, acquaintances, lovers, enemies find each other after being torn to this new reality. I've watched ad-hoc cross-dimensional families discuss their plans for the evening. I've watched trolls hate flirting, magicians planning, and self described geniuses trapped in some sort of Moriarty and Holmes like mental cat and mouse. Mostly I've watched people go about their lives, their relationships, their hobbies. Very few of you seem to be at all concerned with what this place is, or how it works. So many of you are focused on the here and now. I've learned what I can from passive observation, I think. I have decided it's time to start writing again. It's time for me to do my job and get out there, back on the streets.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
( Continue reading 'It Could Be Worse - 01' )
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