[He hadn't sent Connor anything. At all. But a message pops up on the androids phone all the same. There's no actual text, just a picture of Detective Reed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, the t-shirt is pulled up to reveal his abs and chest, held up by biting the fabric. Upon further inspection, it appears as though Detective Reed had been exercising and is still sweaty.]
[connor's aware by now that something has been happening on the network. thankfully he's never written anything that would be compromising, nor does he have any photos that would be alarming in the wrong hands. his encryption is well above the standard baseline duplicity is operating with.
he's a little surprised to hear from gavin at all, let alone so quickly after his arrival, but he opens the message all the same. he's half-expecting a demand, inquiry, or complaint, but what he gets is none of the above.
THIRIUM OUTPUT: 3% INCREASE
his eyes widen as he takes in all the details essentially just...behind his eyes from the way he'd adjusted his device to transfer his communications directly to him. three things are determined:
PHYSICAL FITNESS IS IMPORTANT TO DETECTIVE REED.
LIKELIHOOD OF INTENTIONAL TRANSMISSION: 9%
RESPONSE SUGGESTS SIGNS OF PHYSICAL ATTRACTION DISPLAYED IN HUMANS.
connor opts to dismiss that notification quickly, like he'd been jolted. he sends the photo back to gavin along with a message:]
Detective Reed. I received this in what I can only assume was an error.
[connor sends him a screenshot of the message and attaches the image again as proof that gavin did send it.]
This arrived 2 minutes, 37 seconds and counting ago from your device to mine. It appears to be a photo of you after a work-out. I presumed it to be recent, though I was uncertain the motivation behind it given your apparent dislike.
[he's quiet for a few seconds, longer than usual anyway. eventually he concludes:]
The transmission wasn't sent directly from your device, that's correct. There appears to be a network-wide interference regarding non-encrypted data stored on the devices. They've been forwarded along to contacts and strangers alike.
[connor contemplates that for a minute. obviously he should delete it. but...]
Deleting it would be the appropriate option. But, keeping it would allow me to construct a proper solution to your encryption issue.
i get that we're texting so it might be hard for you to process what's a joke and what isn't but come on connor. the only one percent i'm going to be in is your bullshit stats because you're right, detectives get paid shit for what we do
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he's a little surprised to hear from gavin at all, let alone so quickly after his arrival, but he opens the message all the same. he's half-expecting a demand, inquiry, or complaint, but what he gets is none of the above.
THIRIUM OUTPUT: 3% INCREASE
his eyes widen as he takes in all the details essentially just...behind his eyes from the way he'd adjusted his device to transfer his communications directly to him. three things are determined:
PHYSICAL FITNESS IS IMPORTANT TO DETECTIVE REED.
LIKELIHOOD OF INTENTIONAL TRANSMISSION: 9%
RESPONSE SUGGESTS SIGNS OF PHYSICAL ATTRACTION DISPLAYED IN HUMANS.
connor opts to dismiss that notification quickly, like he'd been jolted. he sends the photo back to gavin along with a message:]
Detective Reed. I received this in what I can only assume was an error.
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and WHAT fucking facilities?
[He hadn't seen any gyms. But he'd made do and gone for a run and done as much of a workout as he could in his shitty motel room.]
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This arrived 2 minutes, 37 seconds and counting ago from your device to mine. It appears to be a photo of you after a work-out. I presumed it to be recent, though I was uncertain the motivation behind it given your apparent dislike.
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OBVIOUSLY your phone fucking recieved it, asshole. but i didn't send it.
i didn't fucking text you. it doesn't even show up in this convo.
[He's just going to go ahead and avoid confirming or denying what the photo was of... because that much was obvious too.]
either way. you have it now. so enjoy or whatever. or delete it. i don't really give a shit what you do with it.
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The transmission wasn't sent directly from your device, that's correct. There appears to be a network-wide interference regarding non-encrypted data stored on the devices. They've been forwarded along to contacts and strangers alike.
[connor contemplates that for a minute. obviously he should delete it. but...]
Deleting it would be the appropriate option. But, keeping it would allow me to construct a proper solution to your encryption issue.
Only if you're interested.
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like i said. i don't give a shit what you do with it.
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I’ll simply advise that your device is still at risk not only to send but also possibly receive these types of messages. Good luck.
Oh, and no need to “fuck” me—I’ve already made my quota this month.
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and i wouldn't NEED to because so have i!
[It is the saddest of lies.]
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[is that a real statistic he calculated? no. is he saying so because he's frustrated by reed's immature behaviour and continued rudeness? yes.]
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[He's honestly lost track of what he's even attempting to brag about at this point.]
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Is there something you are insecure about, Detective Reed? Typically one doesn't lie regarding their funds unless they have something to prove.
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I simply didn't detect any--only cause for concern.
[sry gavin. ur not as funny as u think you are.]
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