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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sukael" data-source="post: 2658369" data-attributes="member: 19578">[sblock=S' Description]An average-height, thin man with a slightly sallow complexion, S has light but determined bags under his eyes--the sort incurred by a repeat insomniac. His brown-blond hair is heavy gelled into a carefully-orchestrated part. He has deep-set dark green eyes that outline a tall, ridgelike nose. His mouth is small when closed but, when it opens, does so widely, showing a wide expanse of almost-unhealthily closely-clustered though brightly white teeth. His ears are small, drawn out of the focus by his hair.He wears an immaculate black suit, almost anonymous in its lack of any features out of the ordinary.[/sblock][sblock=Sean's History]Sean grew up in deeply urban New York, constantly surrounded by the technology procured by his future-happy adopted father. He came to see it as natural--that technology was the future, if not in the retinue that most cyberpunk writers would put. A relatively early adopter of the principles behind blogs, memes, and the 'Singularity', he saw technology as eventually becoming--if not already--an exponential progression.Though he wouldn't often write a new program from scratch for whatever project was his focus at the moment, or build new hardware, Sean would happily scavenge bits and pieces from whatever else he could get his hands on, somehow kludging them into an ugly but working whole. This is what led to his discovery by the MiB: one of his projects, a volunteer-driven open-source construction that used GPS readings of downloaders' cell phones to plot pedestrian traffic, began showing intermittent odd patterns. Unbenownst to him, they were actually caused by the actions of MiB agents going about their work.Soon enough--within a few hours or less of his posting it on the Internet--this revelation was discovered by the agency; Sean and those he had directly told his discovery to were quickly neuralised, and the information he'd issued over the web retracted; the MiB quickly corrected their oversight, putting automatic protocols into place to deal with similar information-gathering projects in the future.This wasn't the only time it happened, however. One of his later projects, after his pedestrian-traffic-monitor had been trimmed and refined to something less bug-prone, was essentially a semantics processor--a kludged-together setup that, using existing dictionary/grammar and Bayesian filtering software roughly interfaced to some hastily-written file-processing routines, could process documents on a large scale to discover similarities and differences in their writing styles. On a whim he fed assorted government-issued documents into his homegrown Beowulf cluster and found something rather odd--random segments of writing with similar styles, but markedly different ones, at least according to the machines, than the surrounding text.It was when they realised his discovery of their censorship--for the second time--that the MiB became more interested in Sean. With further investigation into his relatively remarkable coding and mechanical/electrical ability, the order was eventually passed down to consider him for membership into the MiB--if only, at least, to keep away from the trouble of repeatedly neuralizing him with every new instance of his inventions.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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