“WHAT THE FUCK are you?”
“Technopath.”
“A technorat? I thought you liked country music. Aren’t you from the south?”
“Goddamn it, you little shit. I can understand machines.”
“Of course you can. You’re a mechanic.”
“No, dipshit. I mean like talk to them and make them work for me or with me.”
“Are you OK?”
“Look.”
“Hold on, my phone’s... oh, fuck!”
“See?”
“So you can’t read or write, but you can use a computer to hack computers.”
“I mean...”
“Cut the crap. You just hired some hacker asshole to mess with my phone. Poor guy’s probably just serving some bullshit plea deal. Do you need me to call the guys at the other shop?”
“They know too. My buddies at ‘Guest Buy’, ‘Are Ya Fruit?’, ‘Techfun’, ‘Digikeen’, and ‘Fertergraffs N’ Felms’ are all like me.”
“So the Justice Techs?”
“Your shit’ll never work again.”
”Techvengers then?”
”You’ll be lucky if you can even use a pencil.”
”Can I have my phone back? I have a date.”
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