who - @ollieinoue where - either of their dorms
“so,” they say, fingers dancing over computer keyboard in a semi-rhythmic fashion. they’ve been sat like this for the past little while, chipping away at some essay in some subject she truly cannot find it in herself to care about. it’s been one step forward, two steps back the entire while. each time a sentence is formed, they squint at it, and it just doesn’t feel right. but english wasn’t like code. you couldn’t hit a conveniently placed key and have your terminal tell you where the syntax error was. she pauses both speech and typing to look over at ollie, waiting to have his complete attention before continuing to speak. “how likely do you think it is that i’d get caught if i use a neural network to do my research on this for me?”
