Maybe it's human-made? We've kind of got this habit of thinking we're the center of our universe. [His mouth turns up at one corner ever so slightly – the closest approximation he has of a real smile.]
The moment quickly passes, and he adds: 2027. So practically the dark ages.
[The statement's certainly an ironic one; the sophistication of his cybernetics (which still holds up even against some of the other people from the future he's met) speaks to that. But maybe there's a hint of… Bitterness, as well? The year had been the culmination of an age truly cast in gold, and not just gilded in it.
Lucky him – he'd gotten a first row seat to see exactly how it ends, just before coming here. No telling what comes next, now.]
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The moment quickly passes, and he adds: 2027. So practically the dark ages.
[The statement's certainly an ironic one; the sophistication of his cybernetics (which still holds up even against some of the other people from the future he's met) speaks to that. But maybe there's a hint of… Bitterness, as well? The year had been the culmination of an age truly cast in gold, and not just gilded in it.
Lucky him – he'd gotten a first row seat to see exactly how it ends, just before coming here. No telling what comes next, now.]