[ Now that was something; Angela listens carefully and can't help but wonder. He was American, no? Nothing to her knowledge has happened to say such a thing since the great depression, possibly, and to her, that was well over one hundred years ago. Another large difference entirely. That wasn't terribly uncommon here, not when they could walk about and find other sentient species aboard the ship with them. She's even treated a few herself to a degree of success. ]
I see; I'm sorry to hear that. I can imagine how difficult it must be to grow up in that sort of environment. The Weapons Specialist is an important position to carry here, though. We've certainly been through some scrapes that made it imperative aboard the ship, though here... It's difficult to say. I suppose we should be ready to return home since this planet is said to be the origin of the portal technology that brought us here, but... what is the saying? Something about counting chickens. Idioms get a little tricky between languages.
[ Angela has noticed the weapons, though she carries none (visibly) herself at this time. When she had arrived she'd had her staff on her and her handgun, and even now they're in the pacdisc in her pocket, but she otherwise does not carry anything when surrounded by the camp. Only when necessary, and even then she is judicial in where she chooses to employ force; most everything could be dealt with via hand-to-hand if push came to shove, unless more monsters came into play.
When he mentions the World Wars, though, she offers a smile and a small shake of the head. ]
Oh no, not quite. That was nearly two hundred years ago; where I came from, it's the year 2076. About thirty years prior we had issue with the robotics we'd built to assist in building, manufacturing, even home care— they were programmed with artificial intelligence, you see, so they could employ their own problem solving and be able to recognize danger and cease functions and stop machinery if necessary. A few of the programs went rogue and took over the nearby systems and turned on humans all over the globe. Reinhardt, there, was one of the original six members of the strike force team who put an end to it all. He's a hero. Children still have posters and idolize the stories even if Overwatch, the organization, is gone. There is a good measure of peace now with the Omnics— that would be the robots— and the rest of the world. They have all the same desires we do; love, land, purpose. It's a little complicated to explain, I'm sorry.
[ Not to mention unimportant, but again, she shares to prompt further from others. ]
It's easier when you're younger, I know. When you don't have a frame of reference to really remember what it was like before, and we adapt better before we've been set in our ways.
[ She understands; she'd lost her parents and had been essentially orphaned when she was 7, to the Omnic War. She had learned to live with that, as well. Used the emotions and resulting "freedom" to throw herself headlong into being a doctor just as they had, and that momentum continued to carry her forward even nearing 40. Some tragedies could still have a positive force on the world and shape others to greater things. She knew that better than anyone and would always have hope in others who have suffered through similar altering events. ]
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I see; I'm sorry to hear that. I can imagine how difficult it must be to grow up in that sort of environment. The Weapons Specialist is an important position to carry here, though. We've certainly been through some scrapes that made it imperative aboard the ship, though here... It's difficult to say. I suppose we should be ready to return home since this planet is said to be the origin of the portal technology that brought us here, but... what is the saying? Something about counting chickens. Idioms get a little tricky between languages.
[ Angela has noticed the weapons, though she carries none (visibly) herself at this time. When she had arrived she'd had her staff on her and her handgun, and even now they're in the pacdisc in her pocket, but she otherwise does not carry anything when surrounded by the camp. Only when necessary, and even then she is judicial in where she chooses to employ force; most everything could be dealt with via hand-to-hand if push came to shove, unless more monsters came into play.
When he mentions the World Wars, though, she offers a smile and a small shake of the head. ]
Oh no, not quite. That was nearly two hundred years ago; where I came from, it's the year 2076. About thirty years prior we had issue with the robotics we'd built to assist in building, manufacturing, even home care— they were programmed with artificial intelligence, you see, so they could employ their own problem solving and be able to recognize danger and cease functions and stop machinery if necessary. A few of the programs went rogue and took over the nearby systems and turned on humans all over the globe. Reinhardt, there, was one of the original six members of the strike force team who put an end to it all. He's a hero. Children still have posters and idolize the stories even if Overwatch, the organization, is gone. There is a good measure of peace now with the Omnics— that would be the robots— and the rest of the world. They have all the same desires we do; love, land, purpose. It's a little complicated to explain, I'm sorry.
[ Not to mention unimportant, but again, she shares to prompt further from others. ]
It's easier when you're younger, I know. When you don't have a frame of reference to really remember what it was like before, and we adapt better before we've been set in our ways.
[ She understands; she'd lost her parents and had been essentially orphaned when she was 7, to the Omnic War. She had learned to live with that, as well. Used the emotions and resulting "freedom" to throw herself headlong into being a doctor just as they had, and that momentum continued to carry her forward even nearing 40. Some tragedies could still have a positive force on the world and shape others to greater things. She knew that better than anyone and would always have hope in others who have suffered through similar altering events. ]