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Singing Basket
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>Lots of conversation suggestions.
“I could get used to being carried around.”
“...I’m sorry, by the way.”
“For what?”
“Removing your eye. And I kind of landed on you.”
“Oh that was you? don’t worry about it, I’m not dead at least! And I still have the same number of limbs!”
“Uh… about that.”
“What do you mean?”
Morgan does a double-check over himself.
“MY LEG!”
“Shh! We need to stay quiet around here.
“Right, right, cyberzombies, drones, whatevers.”
“Is that what you thought I was earlier?”
“Oh, no, I thought you were that weirdo running around.”
“The big thing with the red eyes?”
“That’s news to me. I was talking about the dude with that weird helmet. Haven’t you seen them yet? Well, consider yourself lucky then. I saw them wreck some friends with a crowbar. It was brutal.”
He goes quiet. That probably isn't the best topic to pursue right now.
“What is this place anyway?”
“Well that depends on who you ask!”
“If you ask the government, we’re in an old geothermal plant that’s been rebuilt for ‘extended research’. If you ask the right doctors then it’s a place for long-term RnD over prosthesis and related tech. If you ask the average person it doesn't even exist.
“Not that I’d know more about it, I’m just a patient here.”
“And where is here?”
“Middle of nowhere, Idaho!”
“I mean what planet.”
“Oh, Earth ya silly! Where else would we be?”
He pauses, and then adopts a contemplative expression.
“Wait… red dust, escape pod, asking where we are… hmmmm…”
You’re about to say something when he interrupts.
“No, don’t tell me!”
“You’re… a martian!”
“Do be gentle, I’ve never been probed by aliens before~”
Awkward. Do you tell him the truth about yourself?
[Author’s note, see discussion page.]
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