[ it's not a text, exactly. you know when those B-movie typewriters start churning out words all by themselves, as if possessed by a ghost?
it's like that, but digital.
no matter what Brocade is doing, no matter where he is... if he's looking at a screen — any screen — the words will appear. 7pm sharp, just as promised. ]
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it's like that, but digital.
no matter what Brocade is doing, no matter where he is... if he's looking at a screen — any screen — the words will appear. 7pm sharp, just as promised. ]
ICARUS: Hey, tiger. Heard you had a job for me.
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"Yeah? Um? Ice?????? That's all you DO!"
and
... there's no keyboard. Shit.]
...
[He presses Cycle.
Give him a second, he'll remember that it's 7 o clock in a sec.]
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ICARUS: Don't tell me you forgot.
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Oh shit! DUDE! You're the real deal!
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ICARUS: Surprised?
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