"Maybe," Tris replied. They'd gotten responses (supposedly) from one person before. Maybe that's all this was. They'd hired some people, or had some people already in their employ do this. Was that likely though? How many people would it take, and to be on 24/7 because who knew when Doug was going to hack in? Excuse him, log on.
Tris shifted position to see better over Doug's shoulder, leaning slightly against him as he read the responses popping up on the screen. The screen names (or whatever they were) were different -- the type he guessed he'd expect to see in something like this. Everything from properly capitalized to things with blanks, loosely disguised swears, and random strings of numbers tacked onto the end. All possible with a program, he was pretty sure.
Even the responses could've been programmed in. Everything from 'what's reality dome' and 'that shows lame' to their names. It was kind of unsettling. His lips parted slightly as he struggled with something else to suggest, but what was there to say, to ask? Were they that confident that Doug couldn't get up to anything in the real world internet, or was it really just a very well done program?
"Bet they're just fucking with you," Tris said, though his voice lacked confidence.