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Then the principal steps into the light. He doesn't become rendered with as much detail as the kids--he can't. But realization creeps up Avril's spine all the same--hair swept back instead of forward. A distinct lack of authoritarian sweatervest.

AVRIL: wait

AVRIL: you're sure not #admin

IMODE: Oh, shit! Yeah, that's the 💻 teacher??

SILAS: We've got a computers class?

AVRIL: You know, #biohacking, #AI, #ancient earth tech #stuff like that

SILAS: Oh, ancient tech, like still using hashtags, mayhap?

AVRIL: ancient archival systems are cool as shit #jealous

IMODE: I mean, you 🚫 really even use them consistently the same way.

IMODE: If you're going for an authentic old 🌍 text-based 🎨, at least learn your history first.

TEACHER: As much as I'd love to give an impromptu lecture on the intersection of community and technology as it relates to the linguistic progression of tagging things in the pre-cataclysmic era, and how that is reflected in our current society as enforced by a dictator-god who revels in retro-oughties pastiche in such a way that creates both an atmosphere of timelessness and a discordant undercurrent of anachronism, I did only buy us about 10 minutes.

TEACHER: Wouldn't you rather know why I'm here?