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[oedipusrat]

Leave me something, if you must.

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[spottedprick]

At least with you I know that you have no interest in me the way you do with 007. Hardly a risk, in that case.

[oedipusrat]

If that's the case, it wouldn't be much risk to tell me where you are, would it? Always helpful to see the problem at hand instead of being the IT guy googling all the answers. And I can't suggest you turn yourself off and back on! [Yep, definitely funny. Sorry, bro.]

[spottedprick]

I'm not sure that's a good idea. I've found physical contact does little to bring me out of the network. [He's rolling his eyes at you, Silva. Srsly, why are all agents and ex agents such little boys?]

[oedipusrat]

[Because something's gotta give when you run around shooting people and almost dying all day?] You never know when something may or may not help.

I'm curious. Do you think I have a reason to help you?

[Oh, he'll (probably) help, in the end. But he has to draw it out first. Because Silva.]

[spottedprick]

Reason? No, not really. I thought it couldn't hurt to ask in any case - if you won't help, I imagine my body will give out eventually and I'll be disconnected then.

[oedipusrat]

Describe the situation to me, if you don't want me around to see. Everyone has powers that act a little differently, I think, even if it's the same or a similar power.

[spottedprick]

You mean other than being almost completely separated from my body?

I'm not receiving any conscious feedback from my physical self. I can see everything in cyberspace as well as hear it, but other than through camera lenses and the like, I appear to be unable to interact with the real world. I've checked on my body through the cameras in my home and I can't move myself at all. It's quite perturbing.

[oedipusrat]

I can imagine.

I also imagine you've tried everything you already can, and thus settled on me. I find it takes quite a bit of concentration to interact specifically with what I want. Instead of clinging to the tech for dear life, do you think there is a way you could let go? Or if you found yourself flowing out of your body into the tech, perhaps there is a way to find your way back?

Don't make me come in there and get you, Q.

[spottedprick]

You wouldn't.

If I let go, I end up going deeper into the networks. It's all a bit... dazzling. If I look around trying to find a way back, I get distracted, so I latch on to something. Your networking device is my current anchor, in any case. I suspect something about being swallowed by information makes it difficult to retain one's focus...

Haven't you had this problem?

[oedipusrat]

I can't say I've ever literally left my body behind to traverse the expanse of the network from within, no.

Hold on.

[All this time, he's been typing out all of his replies. Honestly, while the technopathy has its uses, he finds the idea of relying on it rather than his natural hacking skills...upsetting. Still, it feels more appropriate to give it a go this time. Feel his way in, clinging to the nonexistant address where Q's 'texts' come from. Feels more like chatting into the void. Unsettling.]

If we could get you to anchor onto your device, you would at least be much closer to your body.

[spottedprick]

It was hard enough finding your thread in the network. Could you try calling me?

[The 'void' is a good description - Q is literally sitting in the middle of cyberspace and doing his best NOT to get distracted by all the shiny lines of networks flying around him along with the coding that shoots by everywhere.]

[oedipusrat]

Give us a moment, dear; let me whisper sweet nothings to your phone and maybe give you a nice light to guide your way.

[He can reach out, fish for the right device. Ah, there you are--ring ring, bananaphone.]

Is that any good?

[spottedprick]

Charmed, I'm sure.

[I've got this feeling, it's so appeal- oh right.

Q's silent for a long moment, keeping a firm hold of the line connecting him directly to Silva's device before delving into his own, and then-]

I connected to it but I can't feel my body. Odd question - what does your body feel like?

[oedipusrat]

At least buy me a drink first!

[Ha ha, shut up, Silva. Serious times now.]

Heavy weight? If you can feel something grounding...

Shall I let James know he really ought to check on your body to see if you even still have a pulse?

[spottedprick]

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

My body is my PC - of course I still have a pulse if I'm still conscious in here. Don't contact Bond, he'll just make a hash of things and take away my computer privileges or some nonsense like that. If worse comes to worst, I'd be more keen on you coming over and knocking my body out.

[He really doesn't want his computer access taken away.]

[oedipusrat]

Now I can't decide if I hope you succeed or fail.

All right. If letting go scatters you to the corners of the network, perhaps we should think of it as technopathy in reverse. How did you get here? Could you use the same sort of trick to hop back into your body?

[spottedprick]

Apparently I have that effect on people - making them want to punch me, I mean.

I touched the computer and entered the network. I didn't enter a specific site or area, I just...

Dove into the middle of it all, I suppose.

[oedipusrat]

Not nearly as much as James, I assure you. And I give him a good run for his money. His fists can attest to that much.

Is your device against your person? If there's some way you could jump through, say, electrical impulses, that might be useful.

[spottedprick]

Given your history together? Not that surprising.

I'll give it a shot.

[After some time of swimming through the network and finding his computer he tries to find where his hand must be touching the device and he's almost got it when a particularly shiny string of data goes shooting past, distracting him and making him break the connection again.]

Oh shit.

[oedipusrat]

That did not sound like a good oh shit. What happened to focusing, dear?

[spottedprick]

[Starts getting agitated.]

There's too much information, I can't shut it out.

[oedipusrat]

Then that is something else you'll have to work on when you're back in your body. You are information; you are yourself data. You needn't let other strings of code that are not relevant to you grab your fancy.

I could see if I can somehow move you? If you are some nice big data packet, I ought to be able to do something with you, at least.

[spottedprick]

I'm old data. It's not interesting to me.

I'm not sure I like the sound of that. What exactly are you proposing?

[oedipusrat]

Now I wonder how to make you interesting to yourself. [Terrible ideas, really. All of them are terrible.]

You move like data. Data can be manipulated. It can be altered, or moved, or removed, etc. If I can get a hold on you, perhaps I can force something instead of letting you dart about on your own getting distracted.

Or would you rather I just come over and see how interesting I can make your body?

[spottedprick]

Are you suggesting you have some fun with my more or less unconscious person in the pretense of making myself more 'interesting'? I don't see how that would work.

[You can almost hear the eye-roll in Q's text.]

If you can find me in the network that might work, but I thought you said you needed a great deal of concentration to interact with specifics? Won't this be a bit troublesome for you?