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           "Hey..."

       [ His voice is a low whisper-- he looks left and right then leans close, clearly up to no good. ]

          "Want to see me fuck with traffic?"

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         "----...." Believe catches the other man's gaze, and a mix of confusion and concern dresses his face.

                      "…." He’s just going to stare at you now.

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14 followers and my dashboard is just maddie

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100 Days of Jewnicorn - 79/100

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Behind The Scenes :: Body

Due to almost 17 years of non stop computer use and programming, Believe has contracted Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, having to wear a brace on his wrists during his 'days off'

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ah yes and he is a 2 on the kindsey scale

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Behind The Scenes Look :: Love/Sexuality

Believe isn't quite sure of his sexuality. He can't say he likes men or women, or rather or not he likes any one person in particular, often choosing to avoid the topic altogether. If he had to choose, he would tell you he has no time for romance, that he is married to his job. He is, however, a Bi-romantic, Asexual male.

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Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon. Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon. Send ♆ for a BODY headcanon. Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send † for a RELIGION headcanon. Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

Headcanons.

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     "Hey! there aren't any tours for today! H- how did you get in here?! I... I'll shoot you!"

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Behind The Scenes Look :: AudioTechnolgica

Believe, when asked, can only recite information about the musical instrument making plant given to him in a series of .PDF files. He has never seen anything being made on the factory floors above him, and he hasn't ever seen any AT products in music stores-- he assumes they are an international exporter. In reality, there is one plant, there are no products, AudioTechnologica does not even Exist. It is one of many dummy corporations linked to the Largest American Private Military Company, Dupont Logistics. The front was made to specifically house and take advantage of Believe Ronson, who was identified to not be enough of a threat at 16 to violently and publicly kidnap and extort into working for them. The use this dummy corporation as a R&D export for Believe's Artificial Intelligence construction and sonar equipment plus subsonic and supersonic sound based weaponry, respectively. It was their doctor who put the nanites in his head, its their psychologists and physicians that treat him, and he is basically their pawn.

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     "I hope its a good something. I don't want to sound old but there's too much bad news as it is."

         ❝ It’s just a feeling I have. Anything could happen. ❞

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Behind The Scenes Look :: Archimedes

Believe owns a house-trained pet Spider Monkey that was given to him as a companion by AudioTechnolgica as to avoid any bouts of mental disease associated with long periods of isolation. The animal was ultimately suggested by a board of psychologists who also was looking out for what little mental stability he had, so that His schizophrenia could be kept in check as well. Believe sees a good friend in the Monkey, which he named Archimedes.

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lionheart--01000101 replied to your post:For Once I Can Relate | lionheart-- 010000101

[ Laughing my fucking ass off at the ‘recent websites’ list XD ]

][ :: inspired by all the porno blogs that follow when I tag something as #Nsfw

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For Once I Can Relate | lionheart-- 010000101

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                   Zeroes and Ones dance across his defunct tablet laptop screen in a waltz that Believe does not dance alone. He knows this after years of experience and training; it's not just zeroes and ones, but a beautiful world hard wired into ASCII. A beautiful world that he's had o memorize, in case any input's projectors break and he has to do everything manually.

He takes a moment to reflect on this, his face turning in a frown. This is the net now-- just zeroes and ones, making data that constructed files that worked together to show something holographic or through the computers in humans' eyes that could be operated with the mind. The notion angered him, expensive, short lived techs or prosthetic eyes; the hottest colours or styles with the most advanced processors(!), processors that would go out of commission in several months or years. It wasn't worth it in the least bit, but the media nowadays told people otherwise. People were stupid, like sheep, buying into the latest crazes, and he was one of those people that liked it for its collection value, but not for its functionality. Luckily enough, he thought, he was isolated from all the media. That was his defence, free full television programs and movies as a benefit, after all, one couldn't exactly get cable television underwater.

The code spelled out a detailed BIOS screen, something he forgot the particular OS did on that Particular system, something that, he realized after some thought, he built with his own time, with his own hands. When did he do that, he wondered? He had to think back on it, but remembered he did it seven years ago, when he got the job for Audiotechnologica and got the bits that kept him awake. He wrote a code which looked like a game of Tetris, and to this day, uses it to manually do work on each system component. It ran surprisingly well for something hand built, but AT liked it, and patented it, and his pay includes royalities, but this digresses.

The Stream of Zeroes and ones came to a slow crawl and then to a gradual halt, and looking it over, Believe knew what he was to do. HE picked up the tablet, and connected the wires hanging out of its side to the open panel in the wall, and looked to his left at the large window, which showed the bottom of the sea. Static dances across the middle panel, of the glass, and there is a crude, but tangible display of what is on the screen, or rather, what would be.

                     So, what's the plan?

He asks himself the simple question multiple times, before standing, reaching out, and running his hand across the glass, a web browser opening. The recent websites run across the screen:

porn. (sexy teachers) porn. (asian girls) porn. (titjobs) spider monkey care. Concordance Extraction Corporation. Moonlight Sonata. porn. (gay porn) Stanley Kubrick. porn. (female dominatrices) Chatroom.

He considers the porn, loking over his shoulder at the machines on the other side of the parallel window for some sort of approval. As he glanced, and the memory that there was no-fucking-body there but him in the first place came to fruition at the front of his thoughts, he blindly reached out to the screen, hitting the chatroom's link. The screen darkened, and the only thing on the screen was a pairing AI, greeting Believe.

» Welcome Back, beLIEve002.

» Now Connecting you to a server room...

» Please wait.

He looked at the screen with a confused expression, saw there was no way to go back, and a pout crossed his face. He'd have to talk, he supposed. The login confirmed completion, and Believe grumbled, getting his keyboard. he typed in very quickly, taking a deep breath once his message sent.

» beLIEve002

Uh... Hey.

» Sent.

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Towards The Future Interface 10

Saturday : cislv

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      "How do you figure?"

           ❝ Today already seems like an interesting day. ❞