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Yeah. [ Of course. Yeah, he realises, of course. It was a huge shock for Jesse, just as it is for everybody. D33's comment brings Jesse back to the present, because it's a valid point. ] 'Course, yeah. I just mean...

[ He trails off. It's a valid point D33 makes, but how many people have been in D33's situation? Well. Apart from Eleven. Jesus, Eleven. That poor little girl. She reminds Jesse of D33 - how she was reduced to a number, denied pleasure, just seen as a thing rather than a person. Experimented on. Jesse saw enough into her memories to get a strong realisation of this.

He puffs out a long, quiet breath through his lips. He decides to move away a little from that topic. This is shit D33 no doubt never likes thinking about. ]

How long you been here, anyway? I mean, if that's okay to ask.

[Oddly enough, just the simple gesture of Jesse actually asking if it's alright to ask-- Well, it goes a long way. Besides, it's not as if that information isn't readily available to anyone with access to the network's history.

[But, God...How long has it been, now?

[He has to take a second to think about it.]

Nearly five months, now.

[Five months? Somehow, it feels both longer and shorter than that at the same time.]

You don't recall, of course, but you're among one of the first people I ever spoke to in this world.

[He'd also seen D33's real name. At least D33 can be thankful that that has since been forgotten - or so he hopes.]

[ Jesse lets out a small, bittersweet huff of amusement under his breath, his mouth quirking up slightly. He doesn't recall, no. A Jesse of a different time, a different life. That stranger who is himself, yet is someone Jesse is still trying to fathom and figure out. ]

Yeah, I remember you saying that, a while back. Said I helped you out or something.

Yes, you did.

[He raises a brow at the man.]

I suppose perhaps I should thank you, given that.

[In true D33 fashion, he's much more interested in how Jesse will react to the concept than in actually thanking him. But it's a gesture all the same.]

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[ A self-deprecating roll of his eyes: that's how Jesse reacts. It's directed at himself, not D33. Another huff under his breath, and he reaches out for his float, which he picks up to bring to him for another sip. ]

Well. Whatever it was you needed help with - on behalf of previous me, I suppose: You're welcome.

The mirror net.

You do still know of it, don't you?

[Sip, sip, whipped cream mustache, wipe.]

...Mirror net?

[A look of surprise crosses over D33's face. Surely, he'd thought, some of Jesse's previous connections would have informed him. He'd seemed so well-informed before.

[He leans in a bit as he says this, speaking a little more softly than before.]

A mirror network. ImPorts who have access to it can create posts that will remain hidden from the government.

You're the first to have told me about it, only shortly after I arrived.

[ It's Jesse's turn for his brows to shoot up. He's sipping his drink, though that's quickly placed back on the table while he swallows, and he, too, leans forward, elbows propping on the table so he can lean in even further.

He, too, lowers his voice. Curious as all hell now. ]

For real? Hidden, like, completely from the government? Like a dark web kinda thing or something?

As far as I know. At the very least, that's the information that you gave me on the matter.

I've yet to utilize it myself, but I have seen others do so. Posts through the mirror net appear to be visible from the normal network, though only those with access can make those posts.

I... [ Huh? ] Visible through the normal network only to those who have access to the mirror network? Is that what you mean?

[The man shakes his head.]

All ImPorts can see posts made through the network. Not all can actually create them.

...How is that hidden from the government if it everyone can see 'em? Means the government can see 'em, too, if that's case, doesn't it? [ Unless... ] Unless you mean the government just can't tell who created 'em?

I'm only giving you what information you gave me, Jesse.

As far as I have been told, these posts are somehow hidden from the eyes of the government.

[He waves his hand a bit.]

As I've said, I've yet to utilize the network myself, but you might look into it yourself should the occasion arise which you might find it useful.

[ Well, it's useful information, that's for sure. Jesse's elbow prop onto the table and he wearily rubs his face, though. God, to think he was once a guy at the top of the criminal world here - a Star in the Constellation, the guy who knew everything and everyone. The guy who had all the inside information. And now he's just a chump trying to navigate through all this shit, trying to relearn the footsteps of his old self, trying not to step in the wrong direction or make a wrong move, lest he accidentally outs himself for something he has no actual clue about.

Luckily, that's when the pizza arrives. The waitress appears at their table with a huge pizza on a wooden slate, smothered in a criminal amount of cheese and bacon. Jesse quickly sits back with his hands dropping to his lap, flashing a perfunctory smile of thanks up at her. When she leaves, Jesse's attention sets onto D33. ]

Well. Guess I got some digging to do. Thanks, man, for the info. Dig in, man. [ A hand waved at the pizza, which smells incredible. He leans forward, though, elbows resting on the table again. ] Gotta ask, though... That was literally the only time we talked? Like, me helping you with the mirrornet thing or whatever?

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