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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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==> voice;

[headjacked]

...yeah, okay. If you want to hear talking I am so up for talking.

Returning the favor.

[devoutish]

Better.

[And now he can read tone, which is useful, because he doesn't know Rhys nearly well enough to be able to make educated guesses based on his texts.]

I would return the favor if I could, you understand.

[headjacked]

I've got friends here with me, Alfie. And my little robot. I'll be okay.

So I'll -- I'll talk to you as long as you want.

[devoutish]

It's not that. Too much texting is strange to me.

[headjacked]

Oh, right. Sh-should've guessed that by the way you dress.

I'm from, uh. 28XX

[ Please, please, pretend that the xx is a set of numbers, because Lord knows what the proper Borderlands timeline is. ]

Most people here don't really do the technology thing, huh.

[devoutish]

Telephones are new technology to us.

[So...]

Telegrams and letters have their place, but when you're looking for convenience nothing beats the telephone.

Except perhaps the tablet, right?

[headjacked]

...Alfie.

[ The tablet being the pinnacle of convenience, oh. That is adorable. ]

That arm I'm missing? I could call people on it.

[devoutish]

I don't think I'd want a telephone arm. Fucking inconvenient.

[headjacked]

What about an arm that could break into just about every security system around? Hmmmmm?




Also it had a flashlight.

[devoutish]

You're having me on.

[headjacked]

That's Ancient for 'screwing with me', I'm guessing.

But. No. I'm part computer, dude. Look me up way back on this network and you'll see.

[devoutish]

You aren't an AI, are you?

[headjacked]

The technical term is "cyborg", though I don't really use it much. CYBernetic ORGanism. Cybernetics being implants you can get. Surgical enhancement. Organism being... ...self-explanatory.

Still a human at the end of the day, Alfie.

[devoutish]

I'm glad to hear it.

I like technology moving at a reasonable pace. I'm sure we'll get to siborgs soon enough.

[He can't spell your weird future words, Rhys.]

[headjacked]

[ Oh no, that's cute. Too cute to correct. ]

Think you'd ever go for it? Limb/eye replacement, I mean?

[devoutish]

No. Never. I want to be all me.

[headjacked]

I can respect that. I did it to myself for the advantage.

[devoutish]

Ruthlessly competitive, are you?

[It's... sort of a joke, but he honestly does wonder, based on some of the things Rhys has said before.]

[headjacked]

There's no point in half-assing, right?? We only have one life to live. You gotta make the most of it.

[devoutish]

And did you?

[headjacked]

...apparently, I go from janitor to head of the company, so.

Yeah.

Hel -- fuck yeah.

[ There are a lot of points he's glossing over, but the bare bones = true.

He just wants Alfie to be impressed. It'd be amazing. ]

[devoutish]

Apparently?

[Uh-oh, is this weird timeline stuff?]

[headjacked]

It was a vision... iiiiish thing.

[ Yessir. ]

[devoutish]

[What.]

Caused by this place?

[headjacked]

Yeah, b-but. But based in reality.

[ This was supposed to feel good. It does not, even taking it at face value, after The Happening. ]