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[waspling]

[Lisbeth can get by just fine with some mediocre job if she has to, that's not the issue. She's not going to advertise herself for a job. What she is going to do is try and get some resources on the technology here and maybe, just maybe, find a few like-minded people that share her interests. Maybe they could even be useful in the future.]

Anyone good with the tech here?

I've figured out a few things. I need to learn more.

[She hates putting herself out there like this but after days of going back and forth and considering the consequences, she has decided it's really the only way. She just doesn't have the network or resources she had back home.]

Any kind of computer or machinery or anything.

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[waspling]

[It's a fair enough question and one she's more than willing to give. Lisbeth doesn't think too much of her own people.]

The human race. Almost all of us are bastards.

[nyx_it]

[There's a laugh on her end. One that ripples in the subvocals of her voice -- like echoes.]

Isn't that the truth? For all of us?

[waspling]

[Considering the current xenophobia of Thisavrou she supposes it is. It's really kind of depressing.

People, no matter what kind, are assholes everywhere.]

You're right. We're all selfish on a base level.

[nyx_it]

Selfishness, a universal constant.

[She still sounds a little amused, but it's more wry than actually humorous.]

Guess that's reassuring. In a weird, depressing kind of way.

[waspling]

It might be the one thing you can depend on people for.

[And it should be a depressing thought but she feels ambivalent towards it, resigned, as it's not a new revelation at all.]

[nyx_it]

Well, that. And everyone needs something.

You can always depend on that, too.