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Post by Alaine Kensington on Jun 10, 2010 20:01:21 GMT -5
During a thursday hacking class, Alaine rapped on the door of the classroom and opened it. It had taken her a flit of a second to get there from the lab on the same floor, and she knew that the Computer Sciences Professor had class at this time of day.
"Excuse me? There's a slight problem in the computer lab, it might be a good idea for you to come check it out."
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Post by Lawrence Galontauré-Jones on Jun 11, 2010 10:11:02 GMT -5
Professor Galontauré-Jones looked up from his laptop, his face the very picture of frustration. Every piece of technology hooked into the school network in the classroom appeared to be shorting out.
"Might this problem have anything to do with mine?" the professor said. He winced as another computer blew itself up.
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Post by Alaine Kensington on Jun 11, 2010 16:00:08 GMT -5
"Yes, it does. One of the students has built a supercomputer in the lab, and it looks like it's started running an AI program somehow. This really way above my-" Alaine was interrupted by a gunshot several doors down the hall in the lab "OH GODS WHAT THE-" She was instaltly gone in a flurry of silvery hair.
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Post by Lawrence Galontauré-Jones on Jun 11, 2010 19:39:01 GMT -5
Upon hearing both the news of students creating AI programs and a gunshot, Lawrence is off. He follows Alaine as a quickly as he can.
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