[text] By The Sounding Sea: the blog of Buffy Meissonier

[beatnomore]

My name is Georgette Marie Meissonier. Buffy to my friends. I'm a licensed fiction blogger with After the End Times. I'm using text format because, frankly, the video quality on the tech here is personally offensive to me and whoever designed all of this needs to sit in a corner and think about what they've done.

But, okay, enough of the tech tangent. For now.

[ She's not done with this subject, Wonderland. Not by a long shot. But she has bigger issues than the abysmal level of tech you're all working with. You'll be hearing more about this in the future. ]

I'm a little uncomfortable with this because facts aren't my wheelhouse. I make things up. On April 17th, 2040 I legally died because of well.. the usual reasons. Viral amplification. I shouldn't be talking. I shouldn't be doing anything.

I've looked at this network and in between being appalled at your complete lack of security I've read up on things. Everything about this reads like bad fiction.


[Private to Georgia and Shaun Mason; Unhackable]

I know you're both here, I looked. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Comments

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[postictal]

fine yeah.

[It's a lie, but it's an easy one. So she got zombie-bit, he's guessing. Great. Now he feels like even more of a dick.]

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[beatnomore]

I hope that's the truth. And if you don't, try to. It might help.

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[postictal]

[Why didn't he just consider talking to people? Never even thought of that, for sure!]

sure it does.