"It was November 9th, 2038, when I was brought to this shithole. And I was currently living in Detroit so for this place to be worse is bad." Though it's not as bad, York's just still grumpy about being taken from the revolution.
"Yeah, I don't give a fuck about my programmer. It's bad enough his universal doppelgänger lives here too. My directive is architecture, but I deviated and I'm my own person now." At least this guy was smarter than most, figuring out that York wasn't as human as his form let on.
He crosses his arms. "Yeah, hopefully you didn't arrive in the fountain. Something something something, shock to your system. I showed up in the spring so it wasn't...as bad." At least he's not sounding as hostile now...
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"Yeah, I don't give a fuck about my programmer. It's bad enough his universal doppelgänger lives here too. My directive is architecture, but I deviated and I'm my own person now." At least this guy was smarter than most, figuring out that York wasn't as human as his form let on.
He crosses his arms. "Yeah, hopefully you didn't arrive in the fountain. Something something something, shock to your system. I showed up in the spring so it wasn't...as bad." At least he's not sounding as hostile now...