"Hello darling"

Arthur closed his eyes and sighed as Eames walked up behind him. Put your hand on his shoulder and shake it harder than normal. “Hello, Eames.”

"What are you doing on this fine afternoon?"

"Find information"

"Ah, looking for information on Facebook."

"yes"

"Really professional."

Arthur looked over his shoulder, "Hey, that really helps."

"Probably," Eames shook Arthur's chair once and walked around to his side. "So everyone has Facebook, right?"

"The majority. At least the majority we need."

“Then those people must be extremely stubborn. Do they want to announce to everyone that they have trained their subconscious to protect themselves?”

"Not Eames, unless you're stupid enough to do that," Arthur smiled. "That information has to be obtained from a place that is more secure than Facebook."

"Ooooh, so what do you get from this one?"

“I learned about goals. I gather information about their personal lives and character traits. And that helps me understand how their minds work. Which, of course, is an important aspect of.... Eames! You asked yourself. Stop yawning."

"Well, I didn't expect you to make such an epic speech."

Arthur rolled his eyes and clicked the window closed. “I'll be back in a bit. I need to go get some documents from Cobb's desk. Don't touch anything, Eames."

“Of course,” the counterfeiter replied, raising both his hands.

As soon as Arthur left the room Eames immediately sat down in his chair. He opened the notebook. Go onto the internet, go to Facebook, and he smiles.

Arthur forgot to log out.

with curiosity He notices that Arthur's name isn't Arthur, it's Tanisha Carr.

He clicked on Arthur's profile and let out a full gasp. He had to admit that Arthur was really charming. Because instead of the avatar, it was a picture of his black-haired, bone-shaped friend. Instead, it was a picture of a girl with light skin and curly blonde hair.

"Really cute,

darling

You look a lot older."

While still laughing Eames scrolled through Arthur's face. Skimmed through his information. “Um, 713 friends, Arthur?” he muttered. “You really are the best.”

And he was surprised. Cobb was one of them. And then there's Youssef. Maybe it's time for Eames to become one.

And he saw it. His golden opportunity

Ariadne Porter

Eames clicked on her name. It led him to her message board. Hmm, what should he post? It must be something really cool. What was so unforgettable? Eames thought hard. Suddenly, he thought of something. However, He had to change things a little first.

Eames searches Arthur's files. And he found the perfect picture. He himself secretly took this photo last year. Arthur was asleep on the sofa, head fuzzy, mouth open, a few drops of saliva dripping onto the pillow, his arm hovering over his head. Eames immediately uploaded the photo and used it as his avatar instead of the blonde.

And with just 2-3 clicks of the mouse He changed his name to Arthur and returned to Ariadne's message board.

2-3 minutes later, he pressed send and smiled looking at his work.

Arthur Callahan: Ariadne, I am deeply and deeply in love with you. I've never seen the sun until I looked at your beautiful face. You angel who was sent to save my soul from this cruel and sad world, please marry me and make me the happiest man on earth. Dear Ariadne, I beg you.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for me to live on this earth. And I would definitely end my life.

And Eames also posted on Arthur's page. :Arthur Callahan's wedding this Thursday, or it might be suicide day.

"And may all your 713 friends see this too, dear friend Arthur."

And finally, Eames arranged for the post to be posted on the pages of all 317 of Arthur's friends.

As soon as he heard Arthur's footsteps, Eames clicked off the window and the notebook. Standing up, he returned to his original place at the corner of the table.

Arthur returns to find his notebook exactly as when he left it. And Eames was picking up his coat.

"You didn't touch it, did you?" Arthur asked as he sat down.

“Sure,” Eames smiled, “Well, I think I should get back to work. Good luck with your research, Tanisha.”

Arthur froze, "What!?"

Eames laughed, "Oh, nothing."

This story teaches us that Be sure to log out of Facebook (especially when Eames is around).