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clark kent
accelerator
nero
cid telamon
john reese
arthur morgan
damian wayne
antigone
i need all you people to each answer one (1) weirdly specific question. it's for a computer.
[OOC: Part of Sophie's player plot!]
accelerator
nero
cid telamon
john reese
arthur morgan
damian wayne
antigone
i need all you people to each answer one (1) weirdly specific question. it's for a computer.
[OOC: Part of Sophie's player plot!]

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It's Joseph./
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Wait, forreal? Fucking A+./
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Yeah, after my grandfather./
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Okay. Word. Thanks for not being a headache and making us go around a billion circles./
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Well no done, the risotto will take a little bit. But you know what I mean./
[If he can find a couple of cherries he's actually going to put them on the risotto just to be funny.]
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And to answer your question, why wouldn't it have your middle name? Shithole's got all our other personal info. Histories, memories, biometric shit. Can shut off our powers, show us our darkest fears, blah blah blah. Why everybody's getting their panties in a twist about some fucking names is beyond me./
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Why do you think it might be?
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Right, so she finds it, I fix it. Then what's it do? Spit out a list of names and seemingly innocuous questions, except hey, turns out most of those questions are super triggering to some of the pissiest, least trusting fuckers in this shithole. With, you know, a couple of softballs thrown in there. You, Jayce—kinda—guy from my universe. Freebies. Enough to give the illusion of progress when really all it takes is one of these assholes to not cough up an answer, and we may as well not have any of them.
See? It's fucking rage bait./
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Now I just gotta figure out how to win this./
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