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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

The year of our lord 2015. But I couldn't tell you what happened the last two years back on Earth, I spent them on the other side of the universe.

[cactusy]

Seriously?

[He's from the same year as her? That... huh. That changes things. Possibly. Maybe. Probably.

She'd assumed he was several decades ahead at least, giving Decima time to morph and expand. But if they're both from 2015, and their worlds look this different... alternate universes sound a lot more plausible (for a certain definition of plausible).]

[littletonoidea]

Oh yeah.

Look, when your cartoonishly evil Globex Corporation corners the tech market and starts making A.I. that are so smart they can actually think for themselves? Your standards are gonna be a bit different from the rest of the 2015s out there.

[cactusy]

Already done.

Minus the space travel.

[littletonoidea]

Oh yeah, the space travel's critical. These guys bought out NASA.

[cactusy]

Something to look forward to where I come from, I guess.

That's sarcasm.

[She could just switch to audio herself, but ehhhhhhh]

[littletonoidea]

Honestly I'm just assuming that you're never not sarcastic unless you want something. Seems like the best way to work with you.

Plus that happened in like, 2000-something, I dunno. I was busy.

[cactusy]

2001 for us.

[littletonoidea]

Huh.

[A pause.]

But you definitely haven't heard of Goddard Futuristics?

[cactusy]

Nope. My theory was that it came before your time but after mine, but if we're from the same year, that's not it.

[littletonoidea]

Yeah, it kinda just sounds like a case of weird multi-dimensional mistaken identity.

Good to know that if you hear Decima in any universe, you should probably run in the opposite direction as fast as you can.

[cactusy]

Good plan.

Thanks.

Also, Cole-shlaw was a reach.

[littletonoidea]

Okay but you know you just gave me permission to keep trying, right? This nickname train is stopping all stations!

[You became friends with Eiffel. Eiffel will now die for you]

[cactusy]

Ew.

[Which is the response that she's required by law to give to this nonsense: even though it kinda-sorta reminds her of Fusco, who she kinda-sorta might start to miss if she ends up being here for months or years.]

[littletonoidea]

Too late, Shawshank, there's no escaping me now!