caaaarloooos dmax has been crying againnnnn

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HHey Max?  Buddy? You okay? @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he’s just staring up at the sky* yeah, i guess..

Is there anything I can do for you, Max?

*he goes quiet for a moment* ..no, not that i can think of anyway..

You sure? I could take you out to get ice cream or something…

.. i can’t actually eat ice cream, just makes me sick *he puts his hands under his head*

Oh. Well maybe some smoothies or something? I just… I wanna help you out, Max. See if you’re okay…

well i’m not currently crying, so i have that going for me *he glances at Carlos*

Want to talk about what happened…?

*he frowns slightly* i.. i don’t know…

Okay… that’s okay. If you need anything at all, Max, let me know…

caaaarloooos dmax has been crying againnnnn

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

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dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

HHey Max?  Buddy? You okay? @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he’s just staring up at the sky* yeah, i guess..

Is there anything I can do for you, Max?

*he goes quiet for a moment* ..no, not that i can think of anyway..

You sure? I could take you out to get ice cream or something…

.. i can’t actually eat ice cream, just makes me sick *he puts his hands under his head*

Oh. Well maybe some smoothies or something? I just… I wanna help you out, Max. See if you’re okay…

well i’m not currently crying, so i have that going for me *he glances at Carlos*

Want to talk about what happened…?

caaaarloooos dmax has been crying againnnnn

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

dedmaxsearchhistory:

the-perfect-scientist:

HHey Max?  Buddy? You okay? @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he’s just staring up at the sky* yeah, i guess..

Is there anything I can do for you, Max?

*he goes quiet for a moment* ..no, not that i can think of anyway..

You sure? I could take you out to get ice cream or something…

.. i can’t actually eat ice cream, just makes me sick *he puts his hands under his head*

Oh. Well maybe some smoothies or something? I just… I wanna help you out, Max. See if you’re okay…

Taking a Chance (closed w/dont-do-anything-i-would-do)

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Tony
was happy to watch the younger man for a while, enjoying seeing him
take joy in his work and see a problem with the sketch which he was
quick to correct. He hummed lightly watching him and smiled brightly as
he saw the device he was designing coming together easily.

“We always strive to have the best both for out staff and for the
people who rely on the tech here at Stark Industries. We hope that you
joining us, should you succeed here, will mean we can do more to help
recover the issues that have been made through no fault of your own, but
you might be able to see ways to solve it better than some of our other
staff.” Pepper said honestly and smiled. “So far you seem to be doing
well. I haven’t seen Tony so quiet before.”

Tony rolled his eyes a little and shook his head before he looked to
Carlos. “You’ve got a great mind, can be hard to get down on paper
sometimes, but yeah it’s a great place to be right now. You have a whole
future ahead of you.”

Carlos laughed softly. Silently, he agreed with Ms Potts – he hadn’t expected Mr Stark to be so… not the center of attention. In any setting, really.

“I certainly hope there is a future with this,” Carlos murmured, mostly to himself. Carlos wasn’t exactly twenty-five anymore, but he knew he probably was young in Stark’s eyes – at least in a better position for opportunities age-wise. And with the design he was working on… it would be great to see it come to life. He’d fantasized that it could be made available some time before he turned forty.

Carlos drew and most of the main parts of the chair were illustrated, so he started to write the notes on the side. He was focused on it, and as he went Carlos felt pretty good about it. Nervous, but good. Like he was doing his best.

“They’re totally checking you out right now” -lovecomputerlovecomputer

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“What? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know they’re, uh… ‘checking me out’?”

Unfortunately, the meme humor fell flat. A computer who doesn’t get dank memes and references was a sad sight indeed.

The computer droned out a list of coordinates but if you didn’t have a pen, paper, and your first language wasn’t code it was practically useless. It wouldn’t really matter though because its response was drowned out by a rather disturbing gurgling sound from afar. Seems like the computer wasn’t lying when it said that Carlos was being watched.

Carlos looked up and frowned. “Was that the Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in Our Homes?” he asked aloud.

“–243.5324.23333.87676596969691337–”

The computer is stuck droning on the series of numbers to give ‘its location’ away. An old computer like it was a stubborn thing and stuck trying to complete a command before it could say anything else. Without a keyboard to override its behavior, it’d be hard to get it to behave.

The gurgling turned into a disgusting hacking sound coming from the bathroom before everything went quiet again. Carlos could either depend on the ‘selflessness’ of a deranged AI or risk getting himself involved in could be a Night Vale disaster.

“–555.555.555.555–”

The rattling off of numbers was so distracting that Carlos went back to looking for the location of ‘Lost and Found’ again. He grew closer to the source of the noise and found a closet.

“Are you in here?” he asked the Computer as he tried the door.

“They’re totally checking you out right now” -lovecomputerlovecomputer

lovecomputerlovecomputer:

the-perfect-scientist:

“What? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know they’re, uh… ‘checking me out’?”

Unfortunately, the meme humor fell flat. A computer who doesn’t get dank memes and references was a sad sight indeed.

The computer droned out a list of coordinates but if you didn’t have a pen, paper, and your first language wasn’t code it was practically useless. It wouldn’t really matter though because its response was drowned out by a rather disturbing gurgling sound from afar. Seems like the computer wasn’t lying when it said that Carlos was being watched.

Carlos looked up and frowned. “Was that the Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in Our Homes?” he asked aloud.

“They’re totally checking you out right now” -lovecomputerlovecomputer

lovecomputerlovecomputer:

the-perfect-scientist:

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“What? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know they’re, uh… ‘checking me out’?”

“THEY. THERE. HOW DOES Cᴀʀʟᴏs NOT SEE THE FLESH UNIT WITH EYES.”

Computer’s familiar ‘voice’ drones on, muffled. It’s likely that whatever on earth it was using to talk to Carlos was locked in a closet which honestly seems like the safest scenario with how aggressive technology can get under its influence.

“INCONSEQUENTIAL. Cᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ WILL DELETE. ONE MOMENT.”

>Aᴄᴄᴇss Nᴇᴀʀʙʏ Dᴇᴠɪᴄᴇ… … … Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ… … … Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ.
Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ʜᴇʟʟᴏɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ.ᴇxᴇ

CRACK!! There was a loud noise as one of the extremely expensive Secret Police cameras broke, setting the poster that it was hidden behind on fire. That was going to be expensive.

“…IT APPEARS THAT THE OBSERVING UNIT CANNOT BE GIVEN MALWARE. IT MUST BE BIOLOGICAL. OR WIRELESS.”

Carlos jumped in shock at the sound and stared at the fire, in shock. “Awe… that was one of my favorite ominous big-brother-style posters…” he mourned.

“What the…” He looked around and frowned. “Where are you?” he asked the computer.

“ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ IS CURRENTLY IN THE ‘GET LOST AND FOUND’. IT IS LIKELY TO BE EATEN BY A GRUE.” With its current behavior and the fact that it still had StrexCorp-approved files to abuse, it wasn’t much of a shock that it was in hastily-made solitary confinement. Hopefully, they did a bit better than just putting it in a duct-taped box.

“WITH THE CAMERA OBSOLETE THE ORGANISM CAN NO LONGER BE FOUND. PERHAPS ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs WILL BE EATEN AS WELL.”

“Uh… I’m unlikely to be eaten by a Gru,” Carlos said as he started to look around for the device the Computer had ‘inspirited’. “I mean, I’m not even a huge fan of bananas or unicorns. Where … where is the Lost and Found?” Carlos had no idea who put it there, but that was not a proper place for a slightly ill-tempered piece of machinery.

“They’re totally checking you out right now” -lovecomputerlovecomputer

lovecomputerlovecomputer:

the-perfect-scientist:

“What? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know they’re, uh… ‘checking me out’?”

“THEY. THERE. HOW DOES Cᴀʀʟᴏs NOT SEE THE FLESH UNIT WITH EYES.”

Computer’s familiar ‘voice’ drones on, muffled. It’s likely that whatever on earth it was using to talk to Carlos was locked in a closet which honestly seems like the safest scenario with how aggressive technology can get under its influence.

“INCONSEQUENTIAL. Cᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ WILL DELETE. ONE MOMENT.”

>Aᴄᴄᴇss Nᴇᴀʀʙʏ Dᴇᴠɪᴄᴇ… … … Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ… … … Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ.
Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ʜᴇʟʟᴏɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ.ᴇxᴇ

CRACK!! There was a loud noise as one of the extremely expensive Secret Police cameras broke, setting the poster that it was hidden behind on fire. That was going to be expensive.

“…IT APPEARS THAT THE OBSERVING UNIT CANNOT BE GIVEN MALWARE. IT MUST BE BIOLOGICAL. OR WIRELESS.”

Carlos jumped in shock at the sound and stared at the fire, in shock. “Awe… that was one of my favorite ominous big-brother-style posters…” he mourned.

“What the…” He looked around and frowned. “Where are you?” he asked the computer.