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discedo_ooc2011-12-30 12:43 am
coniurati) wrote in discedo_ooc2011-12-30 12:43 am
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How did this happen..."
Jacqueline's hand tightened on the back of Kevin's chair as he bent over the computer keyboard, fingers flying. Neither one of them had ever been good at hiding their nerves. "Can you fix it?"
The question of the hour. Or five minute intervals to be precise. Kevin was growing tired of it himself. "How am I supposed to fix this?!"
His hands shook. This was hardly a game of checkers, lives were on the line. "S-sorry. I mean, this wasn't--" He paused taking a moment to correct his glasses. "I'll see what I can do."
Typing faster than before his eyes ran up and down the rapidly changing monitor before him. "But this is completely out of control... Maybe I can..."
From behind him Jacqueline started, eyes fixated to the screen just as avidly as his. "The chips...?" It was possible, but-
"If I have this right I can make it so they can see them. Everyone with a chip gets a little upgrade, nothing... too hard..." A few more key taps and he hit send.
"There! Now they're not completely blind." He couldn't help, but lean back in his chair in relief. One crisis mildly... ... ...mollified. "Haven't they learned those things are useful yet?! Whatever, just-- It'll work."
A pause.
"...I hope."
Jacqueline's hand tightened on the back of Kevin's chair as he bent over the computer keyboard, fingers flying. Neither one of them had ever been good at hiding their nerves. "Can you fix it?"
The question of the hour. Or five minute intervals to be precise. Kevin was growing tired of it himself. "How am I supposed to fix this?!"
His hands shook. This was hardly a game of checkers, lives were on the line. "S-sorry. I mean, this wasn't--" He paused taking a moment to correct his glasses. "I'll see what I can do."
Typing faster than before his eyes ran up and down the rapidly changing monitor before him. "But this is completely out of control... Maybe I can..."
From behind him Jacqueline started, eyes fixated to the screen just as avidly as his. "The chips...?" It was possible, but-
"If I have this right I can make it so they can see them. Everyone with a chip gets a little upgrade, nothing... too hard..." A few more key taps and he hit send.
"There! Now they're not completely blind." He couldn't help, but lean back in his chair in relief. One crisis mildly... ... ...mollified. "Haven't they learned those things are useful yet?! Whatever, just-- It'll work."
A pause.
"...I hope."