Crying wouldn't solve anything. It's mighty tough to accomplish much without fingers. I'm not an expert here darn it! Is there an easy way to recall previous commands or something that might be feasible for a fishhat to do?
Like pressing the up arrow a couple times?
It is scientifically proven that all fish have at least a moderate amount of technomancy. While I'm not certain how much remains in fish/hat hybrids, I would guess that there is enough for this situation. Fishhat needs to tap its inner technomancy to activate the laser.
Clearly fish don't have have fingers, and nor do fishhats. But I believe everyone can agree that Sea Kittenhats do have fingers and it is well within their abilities to use Unix. Type in "AIM".
Is there an easy way to recall previous commands or something that might be feasible for a fishhat to do?
Like pressing the up arrow a couple times?
After a seemingly impossibly long length of time for such a trivial maneuver, you randomly flop your body in such a way that approximates deliberate Up Arrow key presses and cycle through previous commands.
You vaguely recall this one not being terribly useful.
Apparently someone made some modifications to a preference file.
And before that they moved a file called "redkey" from the home folder to the /torch directory.
It is scientifically proven that all fish have at least a moderate amount of technomancy. While I'm not certain how much remains in fish/hat hybrids, I would guess that there is enough for this situation. Fishhat needs to tap its inner technomancy to activate the laser.
Oh man, that would be hella sweet! You instantly conjure an image in your mind of yourself riding one of those light-cycles from Tron Legacy. You'd be all resplendent and shit too, with all the blue glowiness that goes down in the digital realm.
Unfortunately, your GIBSON meter is far too low for such feats of technomancy, no matter what special powers your innate fishness might grant you. You're not nearly elite enough to pull off any righteous hacks at this time.
Flop on over to the OLD-FASHIONED STOCK TICKER and check on "BP". Oil prices are really high now, so the stock should be booming!
You quickly peruse the paper spooling from the OLD-FASHIONED STOCK TICKER.
Yep. Complete gibberish. You suspect the employee responsible for transmitting this information passed away several decades ago, when stock exchanges ceased using ticker tape machines.
Knock over the stock ticker and push the ticker tape to the base of the door. Then, using the beachball as a trampoline again, knock the torch over. Ignore the red key hidden therein and use the ticker tape as kindling to burn the wooden door down.
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Like pressing the up arrow a couple times?
It is scientifically proven that all fish have at least a moderate amount of technomancy. While I'm not certain how much remains in fish/hat hybrids, I would guess that there is enough for this situation. Fishhat needs to tap its inner technomancy to activate the laser.
Or better yet, roll it on you, like Glover, and see if it changs forms!
After a seemingly impossibly long length of time for such a trivial maneuver, you randomly flop your body in such a way that approximates deliberate Up Arrow key presses and cycle through previous commands.
You vaguely recall this one not being terribly useful.
Apparently someone made some modifications to a preference file.
And before that they moved a file called "redkey" from the home folder to the /torch directory.
If only this meant anything to you at all!
You don't have enough FINGERS to perform such a complicated action in a command-line interface.
Besides, if you wanted to check your stocks, you would just use that OLD-FASHIONED STOCK TICKER over there.
That one you totally saw earlier that wasn't added in randomly.
Oh man, that would be hella sweet! You instantly conjure an image in your mind of yourself riding one of those light-cycles from Tron Legacy. You'd be all resplendent and shit too, with all the blue glowiness that goes down in the digital realm.
Unfortunately, your GIBSON meter is far too low for such feats of technomancy, no matter what special powers your innate fishness might grant you. You're not nearly elite enough to pull off any righteous hacks at this time.
You quickly peruse the paper spooling from the OLD-FASHIONED STOCK TICKER.
Yep. Complete gibberish. You suspect the employee responsible for transmitting this information passed away several decades ago, when stock exchanges ceased using ticker tape machines.
((Also, how the sodding hell did I totally miss this the first time round?!))