"Okay, so... we've established that it's only 1020. Yet here's this plaque from like 2400, but this place looks like it's old enough to be ruins, but it's being... maintained, I guess, by all these robots. But there's statues of people here, so... where are the people? What happened here..."
The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end, the faintest sense that there's something- something important that he's forgetting. Something on the tip of his tongue.
His attention is diverted, however, by the sound of voices, echoing a fair distance down the hall at the far end, out of sight.
"Hello?!" His voice echoes off the walls, but there's no response, just the continued sound, snippets of an argument of some kind.
"-he won't make it a little longer Miguel, I'm done arguing-" "- not making sense, it's like you've been drunk ever since-" "-explain why, I just need to-" "-to yourself, Wazuki!"
Serge stops, eyes wide for an instant. "Waz- that's my Dad!" He's running, then, having not even realized he'd started moving, sprinting towards the source of the noise, through the doorway at the other end of the hall.
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The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end, the faintest sense that there's something- something important that he's forgetting. Something on the tip of his tongue.
His attention is diverted, however, by the sound of voices, echoing a fair distance down the hall at the far end, out of sight.
"Hello?!" His voice echoes off the walls, but there's no response, just the continued sound, snippets of an argument of some kind.
"-he won't make it a little longer Miguel, I'm done arguing-"
"- not making sense, it's like you've been drunk ever since-"
"-explain why, I just need to-"
"-to yourself, Wazuki!"
Serge stops, eyes wide for an instant. "Waz- that's my Dad!" He's running, then, having not even realized he'd started moving, sprinting towards the source of the noise, through the doorway at the other end of the hall.