Iunno. Information overload was just never a thing. Partially thanks to my own nature and partly because I was hooked into the network physically and mentally, I guess! It wasn't like all the information was constantly in my head. It was more like I was cocooned in it? I had to consciously seek out files or directories or lines of communication for them to enter my brain, so it was never like a bombardment. And that was comforting more than anything! Because it was something I had complete control over for once. I was caged, but it didn't feel like I was! Uh, as much as it should, I mean.
And yeah none of that stopped me stumbling across some pretty gross things. A surprising number of corporate executives save their more *illicit* files in work folders under unassuming names. As the expression goes, I have seen some s...tuff. >_<
So you used the network as more of an external hard drive. It must have been hard when you were cut off from that. Did you keep any of your own memories out there?
[If she had, she'd be cut off from them. Ouch.
And he's... not going to touch on that "caged" comment. He's been putting pieces together from comments she's made (not always to him) and he's... pretty sure he's got an idea, and it's one he's just as sure she doesn't want him bringing up. Maybe another time he'll push that boundary, but not right now. She's got enough confrontation going on after House's revelation about Rhys.]
Haha... I'll bet you have. I'm so sorry.
Don't suppose the fact that you were mentally connected to a computer meant you could delete those memories.
[Although the implications of being able to do that... He's not sure he wants her to tell him "yes."]
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[But he'll still take the excuse to get off that topic. He's not trying to be a downer here.]
Oooh, that sounds amazing and so tempting to abuse. I would get into so much trouble if I had access to a setup like that.
It also sounds like a recipe for information overload. How did you juggle it all? How did you keep from seeing things you didn't want to see?
[Because let's be real, there's a lot of stuff on people's computers and in their homes that you never, ever want to see.]
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It wasn't like all the information was constantly in my head. It was more like I was cocooned in it? I had to consciously seek out files or directories or lines of communication for them to enter my brain, so it was never like a bombardment.
And that was comforting more than anything! Because it was something I had complete control over for once. I was caged, but it didn't feel like I was!
Uh, as much as it should, I mean.
And yeah none of that stopped me stumbling across some pretty gross things. A surprising number of corporate executives save their more *illicit* files in work folders under unassuming names.
As the expression goes, I have seen some s...tuff. >_<
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[If she had, she'd be cut off from them. Ouch.
And he's... not going to touch on that "caged" comment. He's been putting pieces together from comments she's made (not always to him) and he's... pretty sure he's got an idea, and it's one he's just as sure she doesn't want him bringing up. Maybe another time he'll push that boundary, but not right now. She's got enough confrontation going on after House's revelation about Rhys.]
Haha... I'll bet you have. I'm so sorry.
Don't suppose the fact that you were mentally connected to a computer meant you could delete those memories.
[Although the implications of being able to do that... He's not sure he wants her to tell him "yes."]