virtual agent

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This wicked gifset is courtesy of the amazing @mitski!! 

Let her know how much you love it on Ao3 or drop her a note in her ask box!

“Time to go?” Kara called from behind the curtains that separated her bedroom from the rest of the apartment.

Alex nodded as she checked the last of her weapons, sliding them into her backpack and zipping it closed. “Yeah. Winn and Vasquez will be here with the van any minute.” There were more plans to share, but she found her words deserted her at the sight of her sister.

An unpleasant shock skittered through her veins, and Alex took an involuntary step back. Having expected to see Kara in her trademark cape and crest, Alex was wholly unprepared to find her wearing the navy body suit she had sported while under the influence of red kryptonite. “I…” Alex swallowed, finding it hard to breathe as all the hurts from that fateful confrontation between them bubbled to the surface. The way Kara had looked at Alex like she was no one, nothing; the cruel and taunting words spoken right there in that room.

Alex cleared her throat. “I thought you burned that.”

Read act 9 now on Ao3.

Or start at the beginning!

“Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting… for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although… only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?”

-Agent Smith, “The Matrix: Revolutions”

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Or actually it is. Using an Oculus VR headset to watch Fitz in the VR Framework is amazing. And by that of course I mean watching Iain de Caestecker play Fitz on a huge movie screen is a thing of wonder and beauty.


No wonder it’s so hard to leave the virtual world. I feel like Radcliffe: Please, just leave me alone while I’m in here!

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Act IV of Surface by @ofendlesswonder is up!

Talk about range. Look at all the ways @pinkrabbitpro knows how to kill us. Please show her some love for her hard work in her tumblr ask box or on Ao3!

And now a preview of Act IV:

“You’re up early.” Eliza was surprised to discover Cat already sitting in her kitchen the next morning with a book, no doubt her only form of entertainment after Eliza had turned the house into a temporary Faraday cage.

It was their precaution in case Cat tried to get a message out there, a way to neutralize any phone or Wi-Fi signals originating within those walls, at least until Cat’s name had been cleared.

Eliza thought it was nice to have a little company so early in the morning, too used to the silence that came with an empty house.

She’d considered moving once the girls had left for good after college, but she’d never been able to say goodbye to this house, not when it was filled with so many wonderful memories.

Her life had changed so much here – she and Jeremiah had gotten married on the sandy beach below; they’d brought Alex home from the hospital; Kal-El had brought them a teenage Kara, scared of her own shadow; and she’d heard the news she’d lost her husband in this very kitchen.

“I’m an early riser,” Cat told her, looking up from her book with a smile, but Eliza could read the weary eyes well enough to know it wasn’t the whole truth.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she guessed as she made her way to her first port of call every morning – her beloved coffee machine.

“No.” Cat ran a hand through her hair, and Eliza saw the way it shook. “I don’t, anymore. Not since…”

Read the rest of Act IV NOW!

Or start with Act I!

Act III of Surface by @ofendlesswonder is live!

Previously on SGVS:

“I’m a good person. I save people, I don’t deserve this.”

Oh Kara. Oh sweetheart. Hungover Kara is perfectly captured here by @supergaysupercat! Please show her some love in her tumblr ask box or on Ao3!

And now a preview of Act III:

Maggie was catching up on paperwork at the precinct when her phone rang, and she smiled at the name emblazoned across the screen, accepting the call and cradling the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she continued typing on her ancient computer.

“Danvers!” She must’ve said the name with a little too much enthusiasm, because her latest babysitter gave Maggie a look from the desk opposite hers, raising an eyebrow in interest. Maggie rolled her eyes and turned away before adding, “I thought you forgot all about me.”

She hadn’t heard from Alex since she’d gotten her security clearance at the DEO, despite the apology drinks she’d promised her. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – she was terrified Cadmus would find out about that clearance and her new association with Supergirl, and maybe a little distance was what Maggie needed to clear her head and get over her growing feelings for this woman.

Not that it was working, considering the number of times Maggie’s thumb had hovered over Alex’s name in her contacts the past few days.

“Forget about a girl like you? Never,” Alex said, and how was Maggie supposed to stay away when Alex’s voice was enough to brighten her day?

Read the rest NOW!

Start with Act I.

Real Conversation I Had with a PayPal Virtual Agent
  • Sarah: Hello, Mark. I’m Sarah and I’m here to answer your questions about PayPal. Even though I’d like to be a real person, I’m not. I’m programmed to answer your questions. How may I help you?
  • Me: Unsubscribe me from your promotional/marketing emails.
  • Sarah: That’s so nice of you! How can I help you?
  • Me: I just told you.
  • Sarah: Can you give me some more information?
  • Me: I need you to unsubscribe me from your promotional/marketing emails.
  • Sarah: I love getting compliments—thanks! I’m right here if you have other questions.
  • Me: I’m not complimenting you. I’m asking you to unsubscribe me from your email lists.
  • Sarah: I’m right here if you have any questions.
  • Me: Bitch, don’t you understand anything?
  • Sarah: That seems insulting to me. I’d prefer we have a polite conversation.
  • Me: Well I’d prefer that you actually help me.
  • Sarah: That’s nice. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.