[ That's fucking weird. Weird response from a weird guy, but hey — he can't be weirder than what happened to Billy. Than what happened to him. (Right? Right?!) Though what's happening to them actively is also pretty goddamn weird. 'Cyber' whatever means nothing to him. Sounds like a game Max would play at the arcade. ]
Already got a bit of ink.
...But yeah, man, I guess we are. You have the dream too?
[ The sleep was restful, the other shit less so, he's pretty sure he screamed a lot into a void, didn't get any extra answers from 'the mayor.' Dead, cursed, second chance. Sounds fake. He kind of feels like a purgatorial inmate, assumes this guy must be one too, but that all also sounds like bullshit. Dead, cursed, second chance.
Billy laces his boots up, stands and goes straight for the door. It's locked. He tries again. Still locked. Like a dog, focused on a task, he squares his shoulder and slams it against the door. Still — nothing. Conversationally, as if they aren't trapped, he says without looking at his roomie: ]
Listen, man. Are you dead? Because I bled out in a food court.
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Already got a bit of ink.
...But yeah, man, I guess we are. You have the dream too?
[ The sleep was restful, the other shit less so, he's pretty sure he screamed a lot into a void, didn't get any extra answers from 'the mayor.' Dead, cursed, second chance. Sounds fake. He kind of feels like a purgatorial inmate, assumes this guy must be one too, but that all also sounds like bullshit. Dead, cursed, second chance.
Billy laces his boots up, stands and goes straight for the door. It's locked. He tries again. Still locked. Like a dog, focused on a task, he squares his shoulder and slams it against the door. Still — nothing. Conversationally, as if they aren't trapped, he says without looking at his roomie: ]
Listen, man. Are you dead? Because I bled out in a food court.