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*He sits once again, typing away at several keyboards in time with the breakbeat pounding out of the construct's stereo system...several patterns merge, meld and unite slowly on the screen ( Read more... )

Following many enquiries and unsubstantiated commission, I have begun to conduct research into tailored pheremones, as scent is an often overlooked field when dealing with interaction ( Read more... )

*Sauntering casually back into the laboratory, much to the dismay of those assistants present ( Read more... )

Well...I don't know about you guys, but I'll be driving one of these....


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Happy Spawning Day operator_sparks!

I hope I got the right size...


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*The sound of klaxons, screaming and slab-heavy guitars echo throughout the research construct, culminating in a blastbeat mauling of the American national anthem. In the following silence, the last person on duty at the lab takes his newly reconstituted seat at the construct terminal and starts typing, the light of near-insanity behind his eyes ( Read more... )

*taps away it his office terminal, face underlit with green scrolling code, occaisionally punctuated with arcs and flashes from nearby equipment*

Owing to my classification as "mad scientist" by centinela, I felt it would be slightly more appropriate were I to decorate my main office as such and see whether it fits in with my idiom, as it were. No ( Read more... )

Since the peace had been declared between Man and Machine, many complications have arisen as regards conflicts of interest. Purpose conflicted with protocol, etiquette vs. procedure. Our job became immeasurably harder. As we learned to live in accordance with this peace, we integrated with our former foes, and with familarity, our authority was ( Read more... )