@ian.fowler | morningstar network

[wittingly]

Hey
Stop me if this is a stupid offer, I'm still trying to figure out how this whole thing works, but
I heard about the whole gate problem, and the whole simulation thing, there's probably more going on too that I don't know about yet
I'm an engineer
You guys might already have a few, but just in case you're shorthanded
If there's anything I can do to help, I want to

I can also apparently do a weird tools thing now so that's
something

edit: if anyone's in the market for crazy experiments in there
you guys glitch the sim when you do your chest thing, right?
anyone tried organizing a group glow-off? overwhelm the system with too much at once, DDOS it into crashing?

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[myownwoman]

I will try contain my wonder.

[wittingly]

truly admirable restraint

but no really let me know if you're serious about that torque wrench because I kind of really am invested in this saga now

[myownwoman]

I am.

My wrenches tend to sprout legs and walk from my work space to Harolds.

[ harold is a twat. ]

[wittingly]

If you wanna meet up somewhere I don't exactly have a crammed schedule
Then again, if you're in New Amsterdam that might have to wait

In the meantime I can help you compose an angry letter to Harold detailing his many crimes against your wrenches

[myownwoman]

I would appreciate that.

Harold is probably trapped in here with me but maybe it will soften him up enough heed the letter.

[wittingly]

typical Harold

we can do an opener sort of like:

My dearest Harold

it has been four score and a fortnight since i last laid eyes upon you that sweet summer night and I fear my heart may never recover

from the atrocities you've comitted
in your war crime against my tool box
give me back my fucking wrench

this is just a first draft so I'm totally open to notes

[myownwoman]

Your assumption is that I am over eighty?

[wittingly]

what, you don't write all your letters like an old timey plantation owner?

okay, note taken, I can handle feedback

[myownwoman]

I'm not American I don't write anything like an old timey plantation owner.

1960s not 1860s.

The rest was lovely.

[wittingly]

Oh, nice
I'd say something about that being groovy but I'm pretty sure the reality of the sixties was way more troubling than the media likes to portray

maybe we can just start with 'give me back my fucking wrench' and then like a

'sincerely yours'

see where that gets us

[myownwoman]

Warm regards.

[wittingly]

Love it
perfect finishing touch

let me know what Harold says

[myownwoman]

I take it you're a new arrival?

[wittingly]

yeah, extremely
what gave it away?

[myownwoman]

Weird tools thing. Most people are less than forthcoming about their newfound abilities.

[wittingly]

I know there's a stigma when you're talking to anyone who isn't part of the chest club, but is there something else that makes people not want to talk about it with each other?

[myownwoman]

General distrust?

[wittingly]

Seems like an unpleasant way to go about living with the people you're stuck with.

[myownwoman]

Sometimes it is safer.

[wittingly]

Like you're afraid someone may use you for what you can do, kind of a thing?

[myownwoman]

I do not hide mine, so I can't speak to anyone that is reluctant to share, but yes.

Distrust as form of self-defense seems likely. An unfortunate byproduct of our forced community means that any one of us can inform on the others.

[wittingly]

seems sort of like mutually assured destruction, though, doesn't it? you expose everyone you expose yourself?

out of curiosity, what's yours?

[myownwoman]

Sacrifice someone else to save yourself.

I can make ice. Daisy calls me Frozone, despite my lack of understanding of that reference.

[wittingly]

The next time she calls you that, say "honey, where's my supersuit?"
trust me, you'll blow her mind

[myownwoman]

I'll try to remember.

[ she won't tho ]