[Michael assumes monsters rather than machines when he thinks of bigger prey. The robots of his Earth aren't much of a threat compared to the likes of vampires, demons, or leviathans. He'd have plenty of those complicated follow-up questions if he knew to ask.
Looking further up the beach, he picks out his next target: a miserable-looking lump of a jellyfish. Not all of the animals washed ashore require two people to carry.]
Heaven. [Then, because has no idea if that word means anything to her or if she'd picture the right place even if it does, he adds:] Think of the Horizon and you'll be closer to the home I remember than any of this.
[He motions towards the shore and the sea creatures, then towards the groups further off that are once again making a synchronized effort to drag the massive shark back to where it came from. Manual labour and corporeal matters in general are recent additions to his existence.]
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Looking further up the beach, he picks out his next target: a miserable-looking lump of a jellyfish. Not all of the animals washed ashore require two people to carry.]
Heaven. [Then, because has no idea if that word means anything to her or if she'd picture the right place even if it does, he adds:] Think of the Horizon and you'll be closer to the home I remember than any of this.
[He motions towards the shore and the sea creatures, then towards the groups further off that are once again making a synchronized effort to drag the massive shark back to where it came from. Manual labour and corporeal matters in general are recent additions to his existence.]