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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

...Alfie.

[ The tablet being the pinnacle of convenience, oh. That is adorable. ]

That arm I'm missing? I could call people on it.

[devoutish]

I don't think I'd want a telephone arm. Fucking inconvenient.

[headjacked]

What about an arm that could break into just about every security system around? Hmmmmm?




Also it had a flashlight.

[devoutish]

You're having me on.

[headjacked]

That's Ancient for 'screwing with me', I'm guessing.

But. No. I'm part computer, dude. Look me up way back on this network and you'll see.

[devoutish]

You aren't an AI, are you?

[headjacked]

The technical term is "cyborg", though I don't really use it much. CYBernetic ORGanism. Cybernetics being implants you can get. Surgical enhancement. Organism being... ...self-explanatory.

Still a human at the end of the day, Alfie.

[devoutish]

I'm glad to hear it.

I like technology moving at a reasonable pace. I'm sure we'll get to siborgs soon enough.

[He can't spell your weird future words, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

[ Oh no, that's cute. Too cute to correct. ]

Think you'd ever go for it? Limb/eye replacement, I mean?

[devoutish]

No. Never. I want to be all me.

[headjacked]

I can respect that. I did it to myself for the advantage.

[devoutish]

Ruthlessly competitive, are you?

[It's... sort of a joke, but he honestly does wonder, based on some of the things Rhys has said before.]

[headjacked]

There's no point in half-assing, right?? We only have one life to live. You gotta make the most of it.

[devoutish]

And did you?

[headjacked]

...apparently, I go from janitor to head of the company, so.

Yeah.

Hel -- fuck yeah.

[ There are a lot of points he's glossing over, but the bare bones = true.

He just wants Alfie to be impressed. It'd be amazing. ]

[devoutish]

Apparently?

[Uh-oh, is this weird timeline stuff?]

[headjacked]

It was a vision... iiiiish thing.

[ Yessir. ]

[devoutish]

[What.]

Caused by this place?

[headjacked]

Yeah, b-but. But based in reality.

[ This was supposed to feel good. It does not, even taking it at face value, after The Happening. ]

[devoutish]

You're still not making much sense, mate.

[headjacked]

I get why it doesn't from... from where you're standing. And there's a chance it was a fakey-fake look into a false future, but... it felt super real.

It involved the guy in my head. [ Uncertainty chokes his voice again, because Jack resurfacing is now a definite possibility. ] ...A Handsome Jack AI.

[devoutish]

And this kind of thing is extraordinary even for your technology filled world?

[headjacked]

Mhmm. And it'd just get more complicated, it --

[ . . . ]

You know, I think you owe me a story. A story about a Tommy Something.

[devoutish]

Tommy Shelby.

Not today. Not in text. This isn't a good time to talk about home.

[headjacked]

Fine, fine.

As long as you promise to tell me all about it someday.

Also: no more dying.