Love, Death, Immortality
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angelsroostWho: Sam Flynn, Loki Laufeyson (MCU), and possibly finding Quorra?
Where: User world, Grid, to infinity and beyond!
When: Fudging dates to keep movies all current, so let's just say "now"
What: Revelations all around
Warnings: None yet? TBE if needed
[Closed]
This was what going crazy felt like. It had to be.
After way too long spent cut off from civilization, Sam had almost forgotten how good it felt to just be able to do normal things. Like make use of his freaking credit card over looking for things not too heavy but still worth trading to carry around, easy to access fuel, and believe it or not he was actually happy to see the stupid 'organic' oranges. He even bought one and ate it while making a mental list of what he needed to hack Encom.
It started with weird activity on his Mastercard. Why was it showing up way out in San Fancisco when he was clearly in Central city? Then he was actually using an access point (the untraceable kind frequented by hackers, kids, and Anonymous; basically a digital version of a payphone ) in an Internet Cafe, when he happened to look up and catch himself on TV looking back. He might have put it down to pre-recorded footage, but he had his old 'Flynn Lives' shirt on, and though he wasn't saying anything, he didn't have to. Sam had planned on doing that, he'd been trying to figure out how the hell he was going to explain Loki to Alan on top of explaining Quorra.
But there he was. With a sickening kind of clarity, he understood where the paparazzi were. Why after so much time, it didn't really seem like he'd been away at all. Because Sam Flynn hadn't. The real Sam Flynn had been right here the whole time.
So how long had it really been anyway? There was no good way to tell, and Sam decided that his only hope of actually finding anything solid, was to go through the internet and find the information for himself. For days he worked at recreating notes, remaking hardware, following Lora Bradly's work to an almost feverish degree.
He figured he had until the end of this fiscal quarter until someone noticed, so he bought an old warehouse at the riverside (which no one remarked on since the developers were buying these up to renovate and sell as posh housing) and made a point of mentioning that it was at a good spot for wifi...then didn't sleep for 2 days while trying to put together something capable of translating human form into digital space. Which was, unfortunately, proving to be impossible.
So here he was. He barely moved at all when he did sleep, but it had been 2 days. For a long time he wondered if he should just throw this whole thing into the river. But now that he had the lid of the containment unit open, Sam was sitting on his knees in front of the scepter. He didn't want to touch it (he never wanted to touch it) but he knew what this thing felt like. There was something that thought in there, but more importantly a computer with much greater speed, rate, and power.
This must be what going crazy feels like. Well...unless he's just already there.
Where: User world, Grid, to infinity and beyond!
When: Fudging dates to keep movies all current, so let's just say "now"
What: Revelations all around
Warnings: None yet? TBE if needed
[Closed]
This was what going crazy felt like. It had to be.
After way too long spent cut off from civilization, Sam had almost forgotten how good it felt to just be able to do normal things. Like make use of his freaking credit card over looking for things not too heavy but still worth trading to carry around, easy to access fuel, and believe it or not he was actually happy to see the stupid 'organic' oranges. He even bought one and ate it while making a mental list of what he needed to hack Encom.
It started with weird activity on his Mastercard. Why was it showing up way out in San Fancisco when he was clearly in Central city? Then he was actually using an access point (the untraceable kind frequented by hackers, kids, and Anonymous; basically a digital version of a payphone ) in an Internet Cafe, when he happened to look up and catch himself on TV looking back. He might have put it down to pre-recorded footage, but he had his old 'Flynn Lives' shirt on, and though he wasn't saying anything, he didn't have to. Sam had planned on doing that, he'd been trying to figure out how the hell he was going to explain Loki to Alan on top of explaining Quorra.
But there he was. With a sickening kind of clarity, he understood where the paparazzi were. Why after so much time, it didn't really seem like he'd been away at all. Because Sam Flynn hadn't. The real Sam Flynn had been right here the whole time.
So how long had it really been anyway? There was no good way to tell, and Sam decided that his only hope of actually finding anything solid, was to go through the internet and find the information for himself. For days he worked at recreating notes, remaking hardware, following Lora Bradly's work to an almost feverish degree.
He figured he had until the end of this fiscal quarter until someone noticed, so he bought an old warehouse at the riverside (which no one remarked on since the developers were buying these up to renovate and sell as posh housing) and made a point of mentioning that it was at a good spot for wifi...then didn't sleep for 2 days while trying to put together something capable of translating human form into digital space. Which was, unfortunately, proving to be impossible.
So here he was. He barely moved at all when he did sleep, but it had been 2 days. For a long time he wondered if he should just throw this whole thing into the river. But now that he had the lid of the containment unit open, Sam was sitting on his knees in front of the scepter. He didn't want to touch it (he never wanted to touch it) but he knew what this thing felt like. There was something that thought in there, but more importantly a computer with much greater speed, rate, and power.
This must be what going crazy feels like. Well...unless he's just already there.