Arcadia

Introduction

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Right, let's get this over with.

I'm Cady. Short for Arcad1a. Yes, the one's important. Here's the deal: You don't know me, I don't know you. Now, I'd prefer to keep it that way, but since you're being persistent, I'll clue you in.

I do important things with computers. "What do you mean by important?" I hear you asking, diligent reader. If you could hear me, you'd be pleased to know I told you it was a good question, giving you all the well-deserved affirmation you could ever need. There's this thing called The Technocracy and it's basically fucking with all of us.

Hang on, security protocols are acting up again, give me a second.

<warning, unrecognized connection from: 158.51.166.14>

shit

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gotta dash

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Stereotypes

	Would be cool if they weren't such primitivists. Get a lightsaber and we'll talk.
	The one thing the Order of Reason got right was removing you from power.
	You guys somehow make more sense when you're high. Let's hang.
	If there is a ghost in the machine, I don't want to know about it.
	If I find any of you guys near my gear, you're dead. You'd probably like that.

	Pointless. Have they tried caring about anything?
	Lightning bolt for 8d6 damage? Outdated.
	Ingenious. Wish they could see the whole picture.
	Spare me the lecture and go back to your farm, witchy-poo.
	We're not without our faults, but at least we're trying to make the world a better place.