--transhumanTitan [TT] began pestering confusedSnowcone [CS]--
TT: I dΩn't think I've asked yΩu this, but I feel it needs to be asked again, even if I have: What exactly -dΩes- yΩur mΩther research, anyways?
TT: Because I have a feeling I may or may nΩt be interested in her wΩrk.
CS: ,y morther resaerves all sorts of tings. cant realst rememver or say wnat exactly vur tse alwats botrhers me about this and that.
CS: iknow she s oft my father's brain lying about someaplace and ilkook at it dom time to time.
CS: tjhen ahain i mighat have deramed oneor more aog thoes last bits.
CS: not vbety lucind at the momnent.
CS: ...
CS: she doen a thing caelmed a death ray. cheryy galcoered death rays. reavetse engianeeered alan technogloigfy. or soemthing.
CS: hoe do tou do that omendga thing.
TT: Unicode. Type Ωut a alphanumeric cΩde, hit alt+x, and it just kind Ωf pΩps up. DΩes mean I have tΩ type up my stuff in a prΩper text editΩr, but beggars can't be chΩΩsers and all that.
TT: Also, a death ray? Really. The seems a bit vague. PrΩbably doesn't have any applicatiΩns tΩ my interests.
TT: I mean, I've been wΩrking Ωn a cΩilgun fΩr the past while tΩ deal with the damn squirrels that keep trying tΩ get intΩ the hΩuse, but that's hardly a 'ray'.
TT: MΩre just 'magnetically accelerated steel death'.
CS: deatgh raye are bery widenly applcicable.
CS: gaoood many in them. itsa the teen pop of adegeanse contaracts. i think.
CS: wiash she dint keep leacing them in my room. as we lll as other thins.
CS: neacer know if asuureeaslits scurpkputre is actually deacdely or not.
CS: kpeeeps meo ny toes.
CS: ...
CS: wait wait twait wait wait.
CS: whoare you aghain?
CS: TT.
CS: you seeme gfaoimiliar but i can benver ve sure.
TT: We've been sΩrt-Ωf friends fΩr... what, three years nΩw? I think? Pretty sure we met Ωn sΩme such thing. And I -knΩw- fΩr a fact that I have nΩt given Ωut any real-life persoΩal infΩrmation Ωver the internet, sΩ I can't really say whΩ I -really- am.
TT: Either that, Ωr Ωne Ωf the Ωthers intrΩduced us tΩ each Ωther.
CS: Huh. Stiell camn't remanemver you. i thinak ther emight be something slippeing my mdind.
CS: nota very unsiusual.
CS: you don't seem bery real, so youd might just vbe a gifgement of my imavinatsoin.
CS: and y ou know my mother.
CS: vetny sucpsicious.
CS: but vest not to quarsteion these things.
CS: what's wqaith all the taus, anyway. there;s like taus everyewhere.
CS: irecall you saying something about unicaose.
CS: chaos. unichaos.
CS: heh. hunny.
CS: what wrer ew talking about again?
TT: I -had- been asking abΩut your mΩther's research. YΩu mentiΩned sΩmething abΩut 'death rays, and then started asking a fair number of questiΩns, and nΩw here we are.
TT: I honestly shΩuld have expected this when I pestered yΩu. I mean, yΩu're lucid, like, what, ten percent Ωf the time?