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My name is Adam Jensen, and I've been with the Detroit Police Department and its SWAT division for almost ten years. The last two, I worked as a Private Security Specialist. Earth, 2027, no major deviations.

With that out of the way, I've [ hacked through everything ] read up on past events since the transports started and noticed that the security measures around the compound, the city in general and especially the transport apartments are insufficient; and I think it's in everyone's best interest that we maintain a safe and secure environment for ourselves because I don't think the Initiative gives much of a shit. I'll try and do something about it provided they let me mess around with their precious security systems and joke of a network.

Until I sorted that out, I can at least provide you with an impromptu code I whipped up a little while ago that should make your online communications a tiny bit more secure. Feel free to use it—you just need to download and unpack it, then apply it to any transmission.

>> DOWNLOAD (icarusencrypt.exe)

[ so, using this encryption will make all your private conversations about 25% more unhackable and it will also PING YOU when someone tries to hack through it. On the downside, using it will enable Adam to stalk all the private conversations you apply it to UNNOTICED because hell, he wrote this shit and is still too nosy for his own good. ]

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[ the following is edited in about twenty minutes later ]

addendum;

Is there someone among you who would consider themselves knowledgeable with prosthetics. Or cybernetics. Preferably both.

[ There's a video attached of a rather dark, gloomy place; but after two seconds this thing comes into view, SANS BLADE, of course. Just looking at it, it seems to be made of sleek black metal and moves absolutely naturally... if it weren't for two fingers being locked into rather unnatural positions, like they're dislocated. This'll teach Adam not to do too much weird shit with his hands when he can't be sure if any specialists are around, sigh. There's a low rasp, just two words lacking any emotion, ]

It's stuck.

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[ tried to move furniture around and in an attempt to get a better grip on it... ]

I was exercising. This really isn't supposed to happen anymore.

An old injury?

[ ... Edgeworth. He's going to move the laptop & camera around just for you so you can take a close look at his fucked up prosthesis again. ]

It's a prosthesis, in case you missed that. It doesn't get injured, really. But sometimes it glitches, or--the mechanism is just being screwy. A number of PEDOT biochips reduced the need for physiotherapy, but the shortened recovery time is what caused these problems to occur... I guess.

[ pause. he frowns. ]

Like I said, this hasn't happened in a long time.

[ he wiggles his mechanical fingers. Well, three of them :( Maybe just applying some lube could help but he seriously doubts that. ]

[ He had kind of missed that, or had, at least, been unable to suspend his disbelief that far with the limited video input that he'd been having. But with this kind of view... he kind of has to admit its existence to himself. For as long as it takes to get through this conversation, anyway. ]

Are these sort of things common where you're from?

Cybernetic prostheses?

[ there's a pause during which he goes for his drink, and Edgeworth might catch a glimpse of him having two of these things. ]

I guess you could say that, yeah. I asked you before if you know about Hugh Darrow, remember.

[ Yeah, he's definitely noticing things now, but he's still grappling with trying to realign this new evidence with his usual knowledge of reality. ]

So just who is this 'Hugh Darrow' fellow?

The guy who came up with this. [ 'this' meaning his arms and such ] A nobel prize winner; most people know him as the father of mechanical augmentation. Which is why you would've at least heard of him--but you haven't.