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[standalonehuman]

Togusa

This is Togusa. Feel free to message me at any time.

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Re: 11/02 - morning

[standalonehuman]

Something related to the last one you told me about?

[vendettastool]

Kind of. I was fighting some bodyguards and couldn't hit one of them.

[standalonehuman]

This is out of place for the guy you're remembering? I saw what you could do against those creatures in August. That was partly him?

[vendettastool]

It is in a way? I mean, I've gotten to the point where I can push my bodyguard in a fight instead of the other way around. I think he was some kind of special ops or something?

Yet. He doesn't even try anything against the woman bodyguard. Just defends.

[standalonehuman]

Ohhh. Couldn’t as in ‘psychologically couldn’t’ not ‘getting his ass kicked.’

Careful, I know some women who’d use a pretty face to their advantage in a fight.

[vendettastool]

I think he's pulling his blows against everyone, which is different then the one with the guy over the freeway. Like he doesn't want them hurt just out of the way?

And he's not sure how far to push the woman like the guys.

[standalonehuman]

Oh. That changes things a lot. Like he knows what he’s capable of, but he wont go full-out against someone just doing their job? I know what it’s like to restrain yourself when force isn’t appropriate.

So, makes him a better man than you’ve thought before, then?

[vendettastool]

Yeah, that's what it felt like. He could have really hurt them, but he kept on pulling back.

I'm not sure. He wasn't made at the guards, just at that guy.

[standalonehuman]

Are you willing to trust whatever reason this other guy had for going after that one person, then? Maybe 'justified' isn't the right word for it, but that there is some sort of explanation for why his rage was focused?

[vendettastool]

I don't know. It's hard to jump to any conclusion when there's nothing to go with. He seems like he's living in two different worlds.

Oh I do have a question.

[standalonehuman]

He's living in two worlds, and then you're in a third. Get confusing to anyone.

Anything, go right ahead.

[vendettastool]

I also have a memory of him talking to a Blue House security person about how she shouldn't be one so there's that too.

Would it be okay if I see if I can hack into those nanites in your brain? I want to see if they actually are from the far-flung future or just tech not in this world.

[standalonehuman]

..................

You know. I truly appreciate you asking first.

I'll admit I'm curious to know if it's even possible. But. Explain exactly what you mean when you say hack, I know how Mariko throws around the term.

[vendettastool]

I may be a jerk, but I still believe in consent.

Basically see if I can get into the programming of the nanites and take a look at their coding. I'm not digging for information from you, only from the machines themselves so I will ignore personal files.

Wait. You know another coder type?

[standalonehuman]

Mariko Kawaguchi, but don't get your hopes up. Went to her place to joke about Joanne and Maurice and she didn't remember what I was talking about.

Fuckers.

But. All right. Just, try to ignore anything personal. I mean, if it can be done, maybe I'd rather find something out from a controlled setting.

What do you need from me?

[vendettastool]

So I'm the lone coder again?

I'm sorry to hear that.

If I need this to be near perfect, what I would need is access to them which means you may have to come over for a day or something. I can bring my gear with, but it'll be better if I have access to all my tools for a controlled setting.

[standalonehuman]

Did you ever run into that kid, Futaba? She's younger, but she's got some promise.

So, your place, or the office?

[vendettastool]

I don't think so, no. I've talked to a lot of people on the app but I don't remember all of their names.

I think the office might be for the best. It has my strongest firewalls and everything, unlike the home brew gear.

[standalonehuman]

I'll go ahead and say, if you're looking for another set of eyes, she would be the person to try to recruit. She was handy when we were in Retrospec's basement.

But. All right. I'll be along. I guess there's no other way to test this. Tomorrow all right?

[vendettastool]

I'll keep that in mind.

I doubt it. But at least I keep my word more or less. I won't go poking into things you don't want me to, and keep it strictly to see how the firewalls are. And if they aren't any, I could always give you some.

Move to action because this is neat

[standalonehuman]

Togusa does, as promised, show up the next day. He's never been inside Yoon-sung's offices, and is not quiet about how impressed he is with the facilities. The downstairs security lets him in without a problem, he notes that he's here unofficially, so he didn't even need to show his badge.

The looking around at every little thing around him is helping to ease the tension he has about this process in the first place, because Togusa has zero idea of what to expect.

Maybe they'll get lucky, and he won't be able to be hacked at all?

action

[vendettastool]

The downstairs looked a lot like most companies - people in suits doing things on computers, a couple guards, some floor staff in business casual, and so on. The building itself had been Art Deco at one point in time, and Yoon-sung had restored it to that style, even if he did make sure everything was up to code. But once Togusa came to the coders' floor, he was going to find it a mass of chaos and confusion, punctuated by a few meme lords here and there. The rooms was open layout, with the three distinct groups of workers in small clusters of desks, or equipment like desks. There were several very large screens along one set of walls and two overhead offices on either side. One was Yoon-sung's while the other was a kind of meeting slash break area. There were gaming machines attached to exercise equipment, there were a couple pinball machines, and even a small bar area that served coffee, hot chocolate or an array of snacks in Japanese or Korean print.

Yoon-sung slid open one of the glass doors to his office and waves at Togusa, clearly on the phone. No doubt he was telling Togusa to wait until he got the phone call over with.

Re: action

[standalonehuman]

Togusa takes a second to look around the room, because there is quite a lot to look at. He is trying not to pry, but also getting distracted by everything interesting to see. There is a bright, relaxed smile on his face by the time that he spots Yoon-sung, and he raises his hand in return.

Togusa makes his way up the stairs to Yoon-sung's office, but he still patiently waits outside the door for Yoon-sung to be ready for him. "This is one hell of a setup," he has to admit. Not enough to make Togusa question his life choices, but it's still impressive.

[vendettastool]

Finishing the call - his Kourean relaxed and sounding like he was joking with the person on the other end - he picked up a small remote and pressed a button that made blinds on the glass wall slide shut, making the room slightly dark. That done, he pulled out a laptop that looked like it was made from two different systems melted together and set it on his desk.

"It keeps the kids happy," he said, shrugging a little. Yoon-sung flipped open the laptop and pulled out a heavy duty chord to snap into a port on its side, tapping a couple keys and letting it warm up.

"Do you know how weird this is, you letting me hack your brain?"

[standalonehuman]

"Do you know how weird this is, having a brain that is hackable in the first place?" Togusa has to counter, with a slight smile, even though it's a poor excuse for a joke. "Maybe. Who knows if this is even possible. But after our talk, I'd rather find out than sit here and worry if someone could do it at any time."

Togusa sinks into a seat, and he has to admit, the privacy blinds help. Relax. As much as he possibly can. Even though he doesn't know if there will be any sort of physical sensation accompanying this. There aren't those sorts of nerves in the brain, that's why this is even possible, he shouldn't feel a thing.

"There's no," Togusa waves a hand around his head and the back of his neck, because he isn't sure where they would be, "access ports, nothing connected to the outside, it's all internal." He moves his hand to the bottom right corner of his vision. "But I can see that I'm connected to Retrospec. Any time I turn the connection on, it's there."