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[epimethean]

Survey time!

I need a few reasonably intelligent individuals who can take direction and know how to not be idiots on the internet. Raise your hand if you know how to not be an idiot on the internet! Great! I'd like your help with a thing that may or may not involve the recent interrogations and the results of said interrogations. Fill this out:

<b>Name:</b> I don't really care if you use an alias; I just need something to call you. Don't screw with me because I'll know. <b>Age:</b> No teenagers with attitude, please, the entire point of this is to not be an idiot on the internet. <b>Are you a frequent user of social networks?</b> Yes/No <b>Do you consider yourself well-versed in technology?</b> Yes/No, elaborate if necessary. <b>Define 'proxy' in the context of not being an idiot on the internet:</b> No hints.

That's it, that's all you have to do! Easy, right? Also, if anyone has any knowledge of how much technological fire/brainpower the "enemy" is packing (i.e. do they employ hackers!? How good are the hackers?! etc. etc.), that's a thing I'd like to know.

I'm sure there are some of you who might find this incredibly vague and possibly suspicious, so hello, I'm Wheatley, I've been on this network for a few months now and I haven't done anything stupid with regards to keeping it a secret. I do computer things, if anyone ever needs any computer things.

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[epimethean]

[He nods along, at least partially in agreement. He can't say much for non-network friends, but his family's across the pond too, so there's no reason to involve anyone without a number.]

Yeah, you know, say we invent a profile for a twenty-something bloke who likes, uh. Football and works in an accounting firm. You'd just have to pretend to be that person on the internet, update his Facebook, that kind of thing.

[hustru]

[That makes her pause.

Facebook. ...But it doesn't matter what people would think about that person, right? Maybe it's easier than maintaining one of her own.

She nods in understanding. That can be done.]

[epimethean]

Great, so...you know how that works, right?

[It's Facebook. Everyone knows how Facebook works.

Most...people...]

[hustru]

In theory and from reading.

[Just not. So much active usage.]

[epimethean]

Don't have Facebook?

[IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY!???]

[hustru]

For private messages.

[This makes her weird, and she knows it, but... she is fairly sure that her timeline is completely empty.]

[epimethean]

Right, yes.

[He shrugs. It's not really any of his business, anyway.]

No worries, though. It's all--s'all fairly intuitive.

[hustru]

[She nods. She'll try to do it, do her best. It has to work. It'd be silly if it didn't.]

It's no problem.

When should I start?

[epimethean]

Soon as you like, really. I mean, I'll need a few days to get things set up, but after that, it's all yours. I can--I can send further instructions when I know what kinds of pages you'll be updating. Is there a good way for me to contact you?

[hustru]

Text me.

[She digs her phone out of her pocket, ready to give him her number.]

[epimethean]

Oh! Great!

[Here he goes, whipping out his own iPhone, thumbs hovering over it unexpectedly.]

Ready!

[hustru]

[She'll give him her number and then swiping her way through the menu so she can type in his in return.

She'll stress later over where she should sort him among her contacts.]