power play
Jan. 31st, 2013 04:49 pmQ is in his pyjamas. Back in his apartment, a cup of earl grey is smashed on the linoleum kitchen floor.
When he comes to, he'll be bound in a chair, hands behind his back, feet to the legs, in the middle of another server farm on another island. There are programs running, a few screens within eyesight.
It's possible he'll know by the coding around him alone whose hand it is that sets delicately on his shoulder from behind.
When he comes to, he'll be bound in a chair, hands behind his back, feet to the legs, in the middle of another server farm on another island. There are programs running, a few screens within eyesight.
It's possible he'll know by the coding around him alone whose hand it is that sets delicately on his shoulder from behind.