this is the part where prison is more or less dave and busters

[saklas]

Passengers: Everyone who wants to come see what the weird vending machine is about for the first time it is open to them! This is an open mingle/party style log.
Location: "a corner," the location of the Commissary
Date: February 1 - 7 on year one of our cool and sexy journey
Summary: 14 space idiots squint at the ATM that can supposedly make elk meat and clown shoes for them
Warnings: Will add as needed! I'm 90% sure someone's going to ask for drugs or blades, just as a weather forecast

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[lessandmorethanhuman]

"If it's not real, why are you so impatient?" Alex pointed out. It was looking like he'd definitely have to figure out how they earned tickets, and maybe bargain for some. None of the monthly stuff, on second thought, sounded useful. A nicer pillow and blankets would be good though.

[saklas]

"I'm going to see if I can break it."

Of course.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Okay, that had Alex's interest. "How?" He is curious enough to step aside. Where he'll cross his arms, and watch.

[saklas]

Volk cracks his knuckles and steps up to the console.

"These are pretty broad promises. What do you want to bet that it can't really do most of them? At least on the edge cases. What if I asked for a foam replica of a document containing state secrets? Or an article of clothing that's only owned by four people in the world - no knockoffs. Maybe a royal crown. Or one of those really rare sneakers. You can't ask it for a knife, or poison - but you can ask for food. Which organs can it make? And which animals? Is a person an animal? How much of a corpse could you get? Not that I want to eat one, but what are the chances it'd actually be able to?"

Or. He holds up a finger.

"And that's not even getting into requests that are mathematically impossible for a computer."

He's just going to imply he could expound heavily on that topic, when actually he can't, because he'd need Wikipedia for it.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex is not impressed. "So you're going to punch a lot of buttons and try to overload it, or catch it in a paradox." He shakes his head and snorts. "Here I was hoping for potential violence."

[saklas]

"If you want to literally punch it, be my guest. But if I can catch it promising things it can't deliver, what does that say for wardens who have been promised things?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"I can't decide whether it's tragic, or amusing, that you can't wrap your brain around the fact that all of this might just be true." Alex murmured after staring at Volk for a moment. Alex didn't think it was all true either, but he'd accepted that parts of it were at least. Maybe because his life had been something like out of a sci-fi movie, it was easier to do. Once you get over the fact that you have no idea how but you just leaped a 10 ft high fence in a single bound after waking up on an autopsy table after being black bagged, things become more possible.

im literally so sorry

[saklas]

"Why are you always such a bitch when I don't like being kidnapped? That's tragic."

Volk pouts, bats his eyelashes. Poor baby.

so'm I, it's all good.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Maybe because you're being an annoying bitch about it all the damn time." Alex shot back, deciding it was tragic. "We get it, you don't like being kidnapped. You think this is all a farce and we've all drunk the kool-aid. Great. Move on already."

[saklas]

"Move on. Move on from being still here. I would love to. I would absolutely love to go home and move the fuck on."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Since you can't seem to do that, find something practical to do then."

[saklas]

"This is the most practical thing I can do. If they want me to stop trying to break this system, they're going to have to kill me. It's a win-win situation, because Nav doesn't have a fucking peanut gallery."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Well, I agree it's practical. You don't look like you could throw a punch." Alex said with a half-smirk. "Seriously though, good luck with trying to logic break it. I really am curious about if it can be done."

[saklas]

"I don't want to look like I could throw a punch, thanks."

Volk bats his eyelashes sarcastically.

"What are you asking it for, did you have time to ponder all of the fantastic options?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"I'll be saving up for fancier a fancier pillow and blanket. I figured I'd stay practical for now."

[saklas]

"A blanket? Whoa, don't go nuts or anything. These are precious commodities."

Dry.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Excuse me for having simple wants." Alex retorts back, just as dryly. "I'm more interested in figuring out the metric by which they measure just how many tickets we get." But he was serious about wanting the nicer pillow and blanket.

[saklas]

"Huh. That's right, nobody knows how many anyone else got."

He turns his over in his hand.

"I could counterfeit these."

His tone is too light for this to be a threat so much as an idle statement. He could!

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"We'll probably have to all talk to each other, to figure out how many tickets each of us got." Alex mused. "How would you counterfeit them?"

[saklas]

Volk shrugs one shoulder.

"It looks like the foam the blankets are made of, if you could get a box cutter and you had a lot of time..."

But, like, what's the point?

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"That's more work than just figuring out the system and how to game it." Alex pointed out.

[saklas]

"Yeah, but instead of doing things they'd want to reward it'll piss em off."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex just shrugged. "I see your point, and if you want to put that much effort in, you go ahead. I'll stick with trying to game the system once I figure it out." A pause, and then he spoke again. "3 tickets."

[saklas]

"Five. Don't look at me, though, I don't know what I did."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Hmmm. You've posted to the network a lot, and interacted with almost everyone as far as I can tell." Alex guessed, thinking back. "Still, one person does not a data-set make. Thanks for sharing though."