Post by Cinematic on Aug 16, 2020 3:15:43 GMT -6
Evrika Urenia
First real conversation in this city. But is she even real? Does it even matter? The ladies of the night; I'm beginning to think I'm a minority now, an old dog with old hardware, nothing to lose, nothing to gain. No connection to anybody or anything, no feelings. I'm alone here, like an empty jar of hazelnut spread in the early days of the 3rd millennium. Yet another thing I can't remember without machines, what year is this? This person made me realize how bad my memory is, my own judgement even, but how potentially valuable my human instinct is. This is a deadly hormonal concoction as I cannot see myself dating ever again. I wanna go back home, but then again where would I rather be? To see my father again. I would tell him how ridiculous these people looked but how much more intelligent they are. And we would play catch in the yard, on some real grass. And we would've laughed. It seems I am a dying breed in comparison. And I cannot keep up with a generation I'm not from. I've slowed down a bit, still relying on a six shooter (and I know I'm the only one in town that prefers a revolver). But if there's women using ninja swords, exactly where do I sit in the queue?
C-44Y
A real cool dude, despite being a skinner. Usually I'd fantasize about cutting this prick in half with a .44 but he reminds me of someone. Still might not be a bad idea, and I would on general principal. One of the many perks of being human. However we struck up an excellent conversation, about cryptocurrency, the economy and gold. And I've had varying opinions about it over the years but somehow he put my mind at ease. He could probably be of use to me.
'Face of Monster Energy Drink'
Changed my mind about shooting C4. What the hell is this thing? Would not be opposed to someone blasting this cocksucker's face off. This kind of wardrobe will not be running in my gene pool anytime soon. Still, Monster's stock rises, can't say much at that. I was always more of a Red Bull guy myself, when we did Jägerbombs back in the day.
'Karl'
It would not surprise me if this man was a Nazi or some sort of politik-eccentric. It has been a growing demographic, prolific in nature but elusive. You never know when a hostile takeover is developing. As I said to a random Joe at the bar, "Paranoia is just reality but finer." (I wouldn't have remembered I said this without the latest FinalJournalist+ update). He looks like he could be something like that, although the conversation we struck with each other said otherwise. We talked a lot about the securities of the land, oppression, what is left of this place, our families and other nostalgic things from the Old World; probably the last time I'll get to reminisce about the old days in this progressive time. And this is probably the last man that will even acknowledge what my eyes have seen with actual value, as who really cares about an old dog like me?
