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Authors: Joel Burdick
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single for the last year or so? OMG. I remember his last girlfriend. You weren't around yet, I think.]
[KT3.141592653: I was, but his neural link with me was not, so I was confined to the lab. I have heard stories.]
[LilRed: Stories don't do her justice. She was cray-cray. Super loopy, in ways that aren't even cool. The final straw was when she told him to choose us or her.]
[KT3.141592653: Which was what showed her idiocy.]
[LilRed: Totes. Know what would be awesome?]
[KT3.141592653: What?]
[LilRed: We should find him a girlfriend.]
[KT3.141592653: …]
[LilRed: :D]
[KT3.141592653: How? He hasn't left the lab in three days, and the only reason he left was to restock on food. He only associates with people on the net, and refuses to let himself get involved with a distance relationship. He is incredibly antisocial, and simultaneously desires human contact.]
[LilRed: Yeah. He's a weirdo.]
[LilRed: Ooh! I've got an idea!]
[KT3.141592653: ?]
[LilRed: We can make him a dating profile on some website and find him a date, then you can get him out of the lab for some excuse and get him to meet whoever we find.]
[LilRed: It'll be awesome! It can't fail, with you and me working together! Muahahaaaa!]
[KT3.141592653: I am skeptical, but knowing your family as I do, it sounds just crazy enough to work.]
[LilRed: C'mon, Kay! Lighten up! It'll totes work.]
[KT3.141592653: If I didn't think it had a chance of success, I wouldn't agree to participate.]
[LilRed: That's the spirit. Which site do we use?]
[KT3.141592653: Why not Matchmakers. They claim a high rate of success.]
[LilRed: Too normal. SupersHookup might work, though I think that's just a sex site.]
[KT3.141592653: It is.]
[LilRed: Eww...Uh...Let's stick with Matchmakers, then, but make the profile for his alter-ego so it brings out the type that might be able to deal with dating a supervillain.]
[KT3.141592653: That could bring law enforcement.]
[LilRed: Do you really think the NSA or whatever is watching dating sites?]
[KT3.141592653: Yes.]
[LilRed: So you can figure out if they are spies from talking to them. You're smart.]
[KT3.141592653: Point. I'll do it.]
[LilRed: *high fives* Operation: Get my big brudder a girly is a go!]
[KT3.141592653: *rolly eyes*]
-~-~-
February 3, 2012
Denise was having her morning coffee at her desk. It was half an hour before anyone else typically came in, and the silence was therapeutic. She was spending the time checking her personal email and social media sites. An email in particular caught her eye. The sender line listed an unfamiliar email address, one DeloreanDoctor. The subject line was empty. Denise shrugged and opened it. The anti-virus should catch anything that might be contained if it was a trap.
“Denise Sanders, Good morning. Don't worry about your new assignment. You will enjoy it. TL. PS: Watch out for Andrea. She could make you spill your coffee.”
“Cryptic and weird...” Denise muttered to herself lifting her coffee cup to her lips. Her ears twitched at a barely heard sound behind her. Someone was sneaking
[KT3.141592653: I was, but his neural link with me was not, so I was confined to the lab. I have heard stories.]
[LilRed: Stories don't do her justice. She was cray-cray. Super loopy, in ways that aren't even cool. The final straw was when she told him to choose us or her.]
[KT3.141592653: Which was what showed her idiocy.]
[LilRed: Totes. Know what would be awesome?]
[KT3.141592653: What?]
[LilRed: We should find him a girlfriend.]
[KT3.141592653: …]
[LilRed: :D]
[KT3.141592653: How? He hasn't left the lab in three days, and the only reason he left was to restock on food. He only associates with people on the net, and refuses to let himself get involved with a distance relationship. He is incredibly antisocial, and simultaneously desires human contact.]
[LilRed: Yeah. He's a weirdo.]
[LilRed: Ooh! I've got an idea!]
[KT3.141592653: ?]
[LilRed: We can make him a dating profile on some website and find him a date, then you can get him out of the lab for some excuse and get him to meet whoever we find.]
[LilRed: It'll be awesome! It can't fail, with you and me working together! Muahahaaaa!]
[KT3.141592653: I am skeptical, but knowing your family as I do, it sounds just crazy enough to work.]
[LilRed: C'mon, Kay! Lighten up! It'll totes work.]
[KT3.141592653: If I didn't think it had a chance of success, I wouldn't agree to participate.]
[LilRed: That's the spirit. Which site do we use?]
[KT3.141592653: Why not Matchmakers. They claim a high rate of success.]
[LilRed: Too normal. SupersHookup might work, though I think that's just a sex site.]
[KT3.141592653: It is.]
[LilRed: Eww...Uh...Let's stick with Matchmakers, then, but make the profile for his alter-ego so it brings out the type that might be able to deal with dating a supervillain.]
[KT3.141592653: That could bring law enforcement.]
[LilRed: Do you really think the NSA or whatever is watching dating sites?]
[KT3.141592653: Yes.]
[LilRed: So you can figure out if they are spies from talking to them. You're smart.]
[KT3.141592653: Point. I'll do it.]
[LilRed: *high fives* Operation: Get my big brudder a girly is a go!]
[KT3.141592653: *rolly eyes*]
-~-~-
February 3, 2012
Denise was having her morning coffee at her desk. It was half an hour before anyone else typically came in, and the silence was therapeutic. She was spending the time checking her personal email and social media sites. An email in particular caught her eye. The sender line listed an unfamiliar email address, one DeloreanDoctor. The subject line was empty. Denise shrugged and opened it. The anti-virus should catch anything that might be contained if it was a trap.
“Denise Sanders, Good morning. Don't worry about your new assignment. You will enjoy it. TL. PS: Watch out for Andrea. She could make you spill your coffee.”
“Cryptic and weird...” Denise muttered to herself lifting her coffee cup to her lips. Her ears twitched at a barely heard sound behind her. Someone was sneaking
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