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Post by The Smith on Aug 6, 2012 19:10:59 GMT -5
Sam's avatar nodded slowly, "So... who are you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 6, 2012 21:48:14 GMT -5
I DONNO. WHAT I NEED U4. U JASON WHEATFIELD, ALIAS SAM, BORN...
What followed was Sam's entire biography, complete with pictures pulled from a half a dozen different databases. Whoever this was knew everything there was to know about him, at least anything that had ever appeared on a public, and some private databases, including at least two photographs from various Corpsec affiliates.
HELP ME?
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Post by The Smith on Aug 6, 2012 22:08:39 GMT -5
Sam thought for another long moment. Some times the world just up and changes on you. He thought he had an idea of what this could be, but that was still science fiction last time he checked.
"I will. What do you need?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 6:19:19 GMT -5
FIND OUT WHO IAM.
Came the reply.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 7:03:55 GMT -5
Sam swore under his breath. "What can you give me?" Amnesia, or was it just a new mind. He would have shivered if he was still in his body. Hell for all he knew he body was shivering out there in the real world.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 10:20:18 GMT -5
DR. SUSAN CARPENTER-THE CAMP.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 10:23:57 GMT -5
Sam registered the name, but his mind roared with questions, "Are you the little girl? Or in the little girl? Whats your name?" He stopped himself there, feeling the rest were stupid, and not really relevant to the situation.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 10:49:16 GMT -5
HELP ME.
Was the only reply. Then merely a silence that was deafening.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 10:55:01 GMT -5
Sam cursed, and said "Alright. I will. Now." He logged out or at least tried to, and then looked around the red lite room to study the little girl's face.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 11:04:58 GMT -5
She had the same passive face that she had before, the soft blue light of the eyepads beaming information... or something...to the little girl.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 11:34:27 GMT -5
Sam looked up at the Troll and said, "I think I am in some serious trouble. You got anything to drink?" He stood and rubbed his eyes.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 11:37:04 GMT -5
"What kind of trouble?" Troll replied. He pointed Sam towards a Soykaf machine which could emulate most liquid beverages with a cheap soy-based knockoff.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 11:41:06 GMT -5
Sam walked top the machine and began to study it. "How does this thing work? Does it do Irish coffee?" He hit the machine once and then again. He looked at the Troll, "What do you know about artificial intelligence?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2012 11:44:19 GMT -5
"yeah, but you gotta add the booze yourself, it's under the cabinet' Troll said.
"Artificial. That means... ain't real."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 12:00:00 GMT -5
"Yeah like a computer." Sam said, and managed to get coffee out of the infernal machine. "Ever scene that movie where the evil robots try to eliminate mankind? Thats what I am talking about?" He got out the liquer, and poured it into his coffee, "You want anything?"
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