Hope so. I mean, I never hurt anyone, and most of the people I chased seemed to be having fun, so I guess there's no reason we wouldn't be. Did make a guy puke, though.
[Yeah, the imagination's probably better than the reality in this case. He frowns a bit at the question, thinking back.]
Oh man, it's been, uh... like five or six months by now? And I'm barely any closer to getting the fuck out of here. At least I had time to get used to things... I guess.
Kinda wish we didn't have to get used to things here, but it looks like we're here for good. At least, we are until someone finds a way out.
[He frowns as he takes a drink from the new glass of whiskey handed to him. Will it ever be possible to leave? He knows people disappear, but that isn't the same as leaving.]
People back home must wonder where the hell we went.
[Boone knows next to nothing about explosives; he doesn't touch them, really. He decides not to ask about the mask for now, shifting his attention back to his drink.]
Not much good with computers myself. I know how to talk to people on the laptops we've got, but not much else. Could probably smash one pretty good, though.
[Not that he has any real reason to, but it sounds kinda fun.]
Yeah? We don't really have computers like these back where I'm from. We have terminals, but people use those to either keep a diary or to keep something locked. Can't carry them around, either.
We don't have too many like this either... 'cause this shit's like super ancient. We've gone way past this crap. It's made it really hard to get used to, but I'm working on cracking 'em.
[He shrugs at the question, miming hitting something with a sledgehammer and narrowly missing knocking the beer over after he sets it down.]
Gets old and shitty sometimes, gotta have a mercy killing. Sometimes if it's used for evil you gotta put it out of its misery too.
Yeah, man, like we all carry around tiny supercomputers about this big. [He makes a rectangle with his fingers about the size of a smartphone.] And my laptop's way thinner than these guys, and can do a whole lot more.
I'm working on it, though. Got a freelance position with the computer guys here. Gonna force it to work for me.
Well, technically, they're phones, so they do phone stuff. Then they take pictures, go online, tell you where you are, get co-opted by shitty corporate types... all that fun stuff.
[He looks like he's having a good time talking about it.]
You mean like call people? I've seen pre-war phones. They're way bigger than the ones you have. Don't work, either.
[He's not entirely sure what Wrench is talking about, but the guy seems to be enjoying himself.]
Friend of mine has a pip-boy that tells you where you are. It's like a mini terminal, but she wears it on her wrist. Doesn't do any of that other stuff, though.
[Oh right, nobody here knows about the war. He keeps mentioning it as if it's common knowledge.]
Yeah, there was a nuclear war that pretty much destroyed the earth 200 years ago. Now we're living with what's left, like radiation and mutated animals. And broken phones. Lot of broken things, actually.
That's what I've heard from pretty much everyone else, too. Think I'm the only person here who came in after it happened. Either way, it's why I'd never seen a cat or a laptop or a working car before coming here.
[He shrugs, going back to his whiskey.]
So our worlds must be pretty different. Kinda weird to think about.
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[He orders another whiskey with a slight smile.]
Was pretty funny.
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[Rude, fog god, rude.
But there isn't much they can do about it now.]
Okay, that's pretty good. Can't imagine he was too happy about it.
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[Pretty rude, yeah.]
He knew he deserved it. He shot a garbage can at me so that I got it all over me. So I chased him down and rubbed it in his face.
[It's lucky Boone has a strong stomach, and is used to things smelling like shit. Poor Tommy wasn't so lucky.]
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[But he's grumbled about that enough. Better to move on.]
Oh shit, revenge. That's hardcore. Nice one!
[He holds out his beer in a mock-toast.]
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[He won't mention that it was less "hardcore" and more "two monsters having a garbage slap fight before one puked".]
So how long have you been stuck here, anyway? Gotta be longer than me.
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Oh man, it's been, uh... like five or six months by now? And I'm barely any closer to getting the fuck out of here. At least I had time to get used to things... I guess.
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[He frowns as he takes a drink from the new glass of whiskey handed to him. Will it ever be possible to leave? He knows people disappear, but that isn't the same as leaving.]
People back home must wonder where the hell we went.
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[If it happens at all. He stuffs his beer bottle under his mask again.]
Probably think I blew myself up or something. They better give me a kickass memorial.
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[He watches Wrench shove the bottle under his mask curiously, wondering if he should ask why he doesn't just take it off.]
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[He's used to people looking at him weird, so if he notices anything about Boone watching him, he doesn't say.]
But I do like to live on the edge.
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[Boone knows next to nothing about explosives; he doesn't touch them, really. He decides not to ask about the mask for now, shifting his attention back to his drink.]
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[He sets the now-empty bottle down and signals for another one.]
I'm pretty good with computers, and smashing things, and the occasional smashing of computers.
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[Not that he has any real reason to, but it sounds kinda fun.]
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[Trial and error is totally the key. He grabs the next beer when the bartender brings it.]
You just gotta be careful when smashing 'em. Make sure they deserve it first.
[...He sometimes gets attached.]
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[Huh.]
...What does a computer do to deserve it?
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[He shrugs at the question, miming hitting something with a sledgehammer and narrowly missing knocking the beer over after he sets it down.]
Gets old and shitty sometimes, gotta have a mercy killing. Sometimes if it's used for evil you gotta put it out of its misery too.
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[He frowns a little at the mention of mercy killing, but nothing more than that.]
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I'm working on it, though. Got a freelance position with the computer guys here. Gonna force it to work for me.
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[He doesn't really have a great love for technology, but he can appreciate that what Wrench is telling him is pretty impressive.]
What kinda things can they do?
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[He looks like he's having a good time talking about it.]
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[He's not entirely sure what Wrench is talking about, but the guy seems to be enjoying himself.]
Friend of mine has a pip-boy that tells you where you are. It's like a mini terminal, but she wears it on her wrist. Doesn't do any of that other stuff, though.
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[The pip-boy thing sounds neat, but before he can ask about it, something else catches his attention.]
War?
[He's gonna guess it's different from the usual wars where he comes from.]
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Yeah, there was a nuclear war that pretty much destroyed the earth 200 years ago. Now we're living with what's left, like radiation and mutated animals. And broken phones. Lot of broken things, actually.
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[That is definitely something that's gonna fuck up all the phones and shit, yeah.]
I know everybody's practically threatening that shit one way or another, but man, total destruction of the world's never, uh, got that far yet.
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[He shrugs, going back to his whiskey.]
So our worlds must be pretty different. Kinda weird to think about.
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