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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

Comments

[bluetilator]

[peering over your shoulder]

What is your little machine box? It is like magic.

[bluetilator]

It is inside the mechanical boxes and connects them. The one who owned this body was familiar with the Internet but I do not understand the ways of "computers".

[takeme2urpants]

They are complex ways. This box is also connected to all other boxes, and contains the information they contain.

[bluetilator]

How does the information get inside the little metal parts?

[takeme2urpants]

I am not entirely certain, actually! I simply rely on it.

[bluetilator]

What does it do?

[takeme2urpants]

The internet, or my box in particular?

[bluetilator]

Your box, what does it do?

[takeme2urpants]

It is a library of my notes on this place. I record what I see, information on others, and things I should remember.

I am not used to being in one place for so long, and wish to document it.

[bluetilator]

It is a very small library.

[takeme2urpants]

I enjoy its portability. In this case, size does not determine the amount of information it contains.

[bluetilator]

It must be very powerful.

[takeme2urpants]

Compared with the technology here, I would say that it is. Though, this is not saying much.