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[Over the past few days, she's been noticing some strange changes to her communicator; things she didn't put there herself. But she wouldn't know what to do unless she had something very important to her.]
I need a computer.
I need a computer.

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[Anders, you poor medieval-fantasy-world export, you.]
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But they are limited. A real computer gives me more capabilities.
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If I were to see a real computer, what would it look like?
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Really.
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but what's the point?
not like you can update your facebook status from here.
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I have terrible eyesight.
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Something could be built if only spare parts present themselves to you. I have spare time.
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[John has one that he hoards like a hoarder]
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We have to go through that again?
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It's bad if you don't get in the couches on time.
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What had she spit at Niall a few weeks ago? It's about efficiency. Jesse can give Lisbeth any gift he wants, make her as strong as he wants, and Lisbeth is obviously the superior choice, isn't she? He can fuck her and hold her and treat her like an adult, knows her from before when he's only known Shrike a month, and all she can hear is you're going to lose Jesse in Loki's quiet, sure voice.
Efficiency. Why keep brittle, angry little Shrike, when you could have a Lisbeth? When you have a Jane too and no time for a stupid dying teenager? Why bother with her when she'll be gone so soon anyway? Stupid to get invested. Stupid to care. Shrike notices how little she's heard from him lately and yeah, she thinks she understands what this is, tastes abandonment like almond skins the same flavour as cyanide, and while she tells herself she understands it still hurts like a burn infecting all over her skin.
Fucking Lisbeth and her fucking brilliance and her fucking computer and her fucking replacing Shrike and every reason she's been almost constantly drunk when she's not at work--and for the first time in her life she's been drunk at work too, carelessly, and thanks to that she has what may be a second degree burn on her left arm.
Good. She doesn't give a fuck.]
I think we got off to a bad start.
[She's started smoking. When did that happen? It doesn't matter, as she tap-tap-taps her cigarette ash like Nikolai.]
I can get Dr. Baltar parts to build your computer.
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I can get them if pointed in the right direction.
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[And--she softens. She can't help it. She's angry and hurt and bleeding with anticipation of betrayal, but she cares about Jesse. So does Lisbeth.]
I'm--
I'm sorry. I was a bitch. I was worried. You get it, right? Jesse is--my best friend. So I just--I overreacted. And I'm sorry. He cares about you and that means you're a good person. I want to help, 'kay? Because Jesse cares about you. So I care too.
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If I wanted to.
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I would appreciate it.
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I'm having quite a bit of trouble. My hook-ups are incompatible.
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You mean like hack into the system.
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