“The real danger is not that computers will begin to think like men, but that men will begin to think like computers.” ― Sydney J. Harris
James McGinnis | 33 | Telemetry | Neutral.
Meet me here at eight thirty, he said.
And here I am, quarter past nine, still waiting. If he wasn’t my brother…
James is walking along, headphones flattening down his hair. His CD player - most likely the last one ever since they went out of style nearly a decade ago - is visible from his jacket pocket, and he’s immersed in his music. His eyes flicker on the sidewalk in front of him, watching out for people and catch the nearby woman’s lips moving. By default, he removes a side of his headphones in case she’s speaking to him, although that is most unlikely of a situation. Did you say something?
Another death threat?
Oh yes, I knew that from the beginning. Now that my secret’s out though, it no longer seems to matter what I do. They simply hate me for what I am. Then again, there are now many who love me for it too. There is such a small middle ground… I never truly saw that until now.
Politics is politics, sir. He shrugs. Loved, hated, admired, respected… feared. There is not much else he adds; he doesn’t talk all that much nowadays. Your sense of security is still intact, though? James himself wonders if he’s being sarcastic or serious.
[requested by Anonymous]
Another death threat?
I try to make a difference for the greater good and be honest with people, but that’s the thanks I get?
I suppose that’s what being a post-human and a governor gets me…
He leans against the doorframe of Christopher’s office and chuckles. Yes. That is the ‘gratitude’ this city likes to hand out. You can never please them; you know that, correct? One way or another, someone will be displease and then, you will get something thrown at your window or a newspaper column addressing you in a disparaging tone instead of a thank you note. He shrugs. That is the way of things.
Nico: Do you know any magic tricks?
I set my sleeve on fire whilst cooking once. Is that considered magic?
Akala: What are your quirks?
I am not sure what would be considered my quirks. Perhaps my speech mannerisms? I have been told that is a peculiar trait of mine.
AJ: What is your dream job?
He puts on a straight face. Vice President of the United States.
And all the awards for The Cutest Vicar go to …
Lord… You are my strength and my shield. I ask for wisdom and courage in these darkest of moments.
