Storm, do you prefer a laptop or desktop computer?

For the time being, I have a few computers to give out to residents of the sphere, provided they are willing to take part in an experiment of sorts. I would like to try setting up a working network here in the tree, like our journals, in a way, and I need volunteers for my project. Please leave me a comment if you are interested.

((Helix has ten laptops and five desktops that he looted from Best Buy in Hollywood for the moment- these are first-come, first served!

As for his theme music, right now it's Pachelbel's "Canon in D", but it's either that or The Dismemberment Plan's "Superpowers".))

Phoenix?

We have not met, but I believe we should.

It seems I've been remiss in keeping up with this journal. For that, I am sorry.

I got one of my systems up and running, and while it doesn't do much, I hope to set up a small network. I just need to find more parts.

Codename? I also have that computer finished for you. I'm afraid it's quite patchwork, but it does run and I tested it- solitaire does run.

Since I have finished with that project, I am opening myself up for business. If anyone needs anything from the scavenger's yard, please let me know.

I've caught up, for the most part, and I'm sorry for the losses we seem to have recently suffered. Perhaps we will see them again, or perhaps they are in a better place.

Chess pieces.  Is this normal?

...anyway, I have a full set, but I don't have anyone to play against.  Anyone fancy a game?

I've started to gather things from the scavenger's yard into my room.  I have two broken monitors and a computer that needs a new motherboard, so I'll be looking so see if I can find one to scavenge one from.  This is kind of...familiar in a way, building things like this.  I wonder what else is down there for me to find.

If anyone needs anything, just let me know.  I'll see what I can find.

[His writing is very neat and is in blue ink. Other people in temporary housing, you may feel free to take notice of the large blue furry guy that keeps mostly to himself.]

Well, it seems that I am new here. I don't suppose there's much to be said now, other than asking how and where I can obtain employment as a scavenger. I've already been down to the scavenger's yard to look around, and the heaps of broken machinery are just waiting to be fixed. It also seems that I enjoy working with my hands.

I was told to select a name from my dream. Now, if I were to choose the one thing that stood out the most, I suppose I might call myself deoxyribonucleic acid. But in the interests of brevity, "Helix" will do.

This morning, I awoke to a man leering at me from just over my bed in temporary housing. Judging by other accounts, it seems that I was lucky there was barely enough room for myself on the bed, much less another person. I didn't eat the burger he offered me, though. I decided it was probably not very safe to be eating anything offered by a strange masked man.

I've been watching the journals for a day now, and it seems that they weren't joking when they said that they acted as a communication network, of sorts. Has anyone figured out exactly how they work? To be frank, it's quite fascinating.

Helix stands at roughly 5' 6", often slouched over and sometimes crouched down with his hands or knuckles against the ground. He has large feet and hands and long blue hair that he usually keeps pulled back in a ponytail. He wears rectangular glasses.

The most striking bit of Helix's appearance, however, is the blue fur that covers his body and the bright blue tint to his skin.

If anyone cared to notice, they would see he has bright blue eyes that nearly match the rest of him.

"Freak!"

The voice rang out from among the thousand faceless people. He stood in the middle of a crowd, a storm brewing overhead. He looked down at his hands, and he knew that they were normal somehow. Large, hair along the back of them, but normal.

Whatever that counted for.

He looked up and the clouds let loose with rain.

He walked, then, on large feet, and the crowd of faceless millions parted. He was in a room, then, with pictures displayed on monitors along the walls. A young man, wearing an odd yellow and red visor. A boy, his skin made of ice. A man, looking rough and with coarse black hair. Another young man, his skin made of steel. A young woman with short red hair. And one last one, a darker-skinned woman with white hair, beautiful.

He pushed the glasses up his face, and when he reached out to touch the monitors, they flickered off. For a moment there was nothing and then, spinning slowly in their place on all screens was a picture of two strands of acids twisted together in a perfect double helix.