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[After purchasing a communicator, Dirk has found his way to the computer room, a perfect place for him to start his life here in DW considering he was found guilty of cyber crimes. But he is hunched over the keyboard in a corner, trying to find out some sweet information and get a lay of the land (aka seeing if he can hack THIS system without getting caught). Kind of sucks that there's a time limit. 10 minutes isn't even enough to watch porn.]

I was going to organize a revolt had it not been for the provided manual's subtle cues of disapproval against it.
Darn.
That leaves only plan B, and you know plan B never lives up to the hype of plan A, the main honcho.
The thing is, plan B requires community participation.
Even more so than your standard, run-of-the-mill usurpation.
Maybe.
What I'm asking is, please sign my change.org petition to increase the maximum usage time in the computer room.

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All that aside, who are you?

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Dirk Strider. I'm in for cyber terrorism or something.
You?

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Philip. I was convicted of murder.

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Yeah?
Who was it?

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[decideformyself]

I don't know their names.

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That's something.
A one-up on me, at least.

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[decideformyself]

I was not aware it was a competition.

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Everything's a competition if you want it to be.

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[decideformyself]

Is that so? Intriguing...

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What better way is there to gauge your skill?

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Your skill... at being a criminal?

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I'm referring to general skills, but that could possibly encompass your criminality.

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[decideformyself]

I had never thought of that. You've given me much to consider, Dirk Strider.

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I assure you, it wasn't on purpose.