We got those, too. 'cept I think we call them airplanes. Same idea, though. If you're not leaving Earth, and you got the money, they're a good way to get around.
[ And he hadn't had the money back then; when Amos left Earth for the first time, he'd taken a train to get to the shuttle that was gonna take him up the well. Could be kinda weird, that he's spent way more time on spaceships than he ever will in an airplane; though maybe it's kinda weird that on Earth he's only ever known Baltimore, whereas on space he's been. Shit. A ton of places.
He's still just talking shop when he answers her question about the rocks. ]
Nah, couple of rocks crashed into the planet. Caught a news report before I ended up trapped underground for a bit. Power grids got wiped out; there was a tsunami warning someplace. Something that big crashes into the planet, it spews up a whole lotta dust and ash. That shit all goes up into the atmosphere, and there's enough of it, it blocks the sun out. So everything gets cold pretty quick; that's a nuclear winter. Lotta plants probably died, yeah, though the forest I had to walk through after seemed mostly alright. 'course, it could be dead by now. I don't know shit about plants. That's a friend of mine, not me.
[ And it's all behind him now, anyway, so it's not really important anymore. Easier to talk about an entire planet dying than think about where he is, the walls they're enclosed by, anyway.
Though he does note how she's able to fondly recount her winter experience. And how she actually helped people while doing so, which has him quiet for a bit. He'd liked Himeka, back when they'd started getting to know each other without memories. She'd ended a thousand-year war, though. That's. That's good. He looks at her, almost with a sense of reverence.
And he smiles, ever so slightly, ever so briefly. Thinking about those little dragons does make him feel a bit better, he realizes. Even if they weren't real, they'd been chatty, they'd liked his stuff; it had been. It had been nice, in the Horizon, maybe. She might catch it before his face slides back into something neutral, contemplative. ]
Cold's alright if you're with your people, I figure. [ If they somehow did get out of here? And she wanted to go back up north? Shit. He could tag along. His people aren't here, but it's probably be the next best thing. ]
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We got those, too. 'cept I think we call them airplanes. Same idea, though. If you're not leaving Earth, and you got the money, they're a good way to get around.
[ And he hadn't had the money back then; when Amos left Earth for the first time, he'd taken a train to get to the shuttle that was gonna take him up the well. Could be kinda weird, that he's spent way more time on spaceships than he ever will in an airplane; though maybe it's kinda weird that on Earth he's only ever known Baltimore, whereas on space he's been. Shit. A ton of places.
He's still just talking shop when he answers her question about the rocks. ]
Nah, couple of rocks crashed into the planet. Caught a news report before I ended up trapped underground for a bit. Power grids got wiped out; there was a tsunami warning someplace. Something that big crashes into the planet, it spews up a whole lotta dust and ash. That shit all goes up into the atmosphere, and there's enough of it, it blocks the sun out. So everything gets cold pretty quick; that's a nuclear winter. Lotta plants probably died, yeah, though the forest I had to walk through after seemed mostly alright. 'course, it could be dead by now. I don't know shit about plants. That's a friend of mine, not me.
[ And it's all behind him now, anyway, so it's not really important anymore. Easier to talk about an entire planet dying than think about where he is, the walls they're enclosed by, anyway.
Though he does note how she's able to fondly recount her winter experience. And how she actually helped people while doing so, which has him quiet for a bit. He'd liked Himeka, back when they'd started getting to know each other without memories. She'd ended a thousand-year war, though. That's. That's good. He looks at her, almost with a sense of reverence.
And he smiles, ever so slightly, ever so briefly. Thinking about those little dragons does make him feel a bit better, he realizes. Even if they weren't real, they'd been chatty, they'd liked his stuff; it had been. It had been nice, in the Horizon, maybe. She might catch it before his face slides back into something neutral, contemplative. ]
Cold's alright if you're with your people, I figure. [ If they somehow did get out of here? And she wanted to go back up north? Shit. He could tag along. His people aren't here, but it's probably be the next best thing. ]