[ As if sensing her consternation with this new development in Weird Shit the Singularity Does to Them, the bartender comes by and places a drink next to Julie's stack of papers. She immediately throws the whole thing back (it's immediately replaced with another), then puts her pen to the side. She thinks twice, takes the pen apart and sets the ink on a different table, then comes back to continue sussing this out. ]
No, this hasn't ever happened. I was writing stuff down. On paper. Invitations. The Singularity...
[ That thought seems to end as Julie realizes the danger in thinking about the thing currently transcribing her thoughts. ]
At home there is, at least. But it's always the best party of the year.
Where are you? I haven't heard your name before. They got you in the dungeon?
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No, this hasn't ever happened. I was writing stuff down. On paper. Invitations. The Singularity...
[ That thought seems to end as Julie realizes the danger in thinking about the thing currently transcribing her thoughts. ]
At home there is, at least. But it's always the best party of the year.
Where are you? I haven't heard your name before. They got you in the dungeon?