( over and over throughout the morning, daisy's communicator has buzzed in her pocket. each time, the message has been complete nonsense — worse, the message hasn't even come from someone she recognizes. each message comes from a garble of alphanumeric something or other, as if a83nd2jf and z73kd132s were supposed to be old friends.
suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed. no, she doesn't know anything about robot dogs (do they eat nuts and bolts?) or how to cure a hangover (pedialite isn't a thing in space?) or where to find oversized socks in this frozen wasteland — but what she does know is technology. if their space captives have been hacked, she'll be damned if she's not going to try and help. thus, her log of incoming messages and their associated handles. there doesn't seem to be a pattern, as even messages that seem to come from one person belong to vastly different usernames, but she's going to try. which means... unfortunately... flagging down a (perhaps unwilling) test subject. )
Hey. Hey! ( yes, she's talking to you. ) What's your number?
MISFIRES — open prompt.
suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed. no, she doesn't know anything about robot dogs (do they eat nuts and bolts?) or how to cure a hangover (pedialite isn't a thing in space?) or where to find oversized socks in this frozen wasteland — but what she does know is technology. if their space captives have been hacked, she'll be damned if she's not going to try and help. thus, her log of incoming messages and their associated handles. there doesn't seem to be a pattern, as even messages that seem to come from one person belong to vastly different usernames, but she's going to try. which means... unfortunately... flagging down a (perhaps unwilling) test subject. )
Hey. Hey! ( yes, she's talking to you. ) What's your number?