Truly a battle of lilts. Too bad no one else is around to listen in just now—their loss.
"Sometimes." An hourglass in the back of his mind, always ticking grains of sand. Briefly tipping his head, "Less so once the novelty wears off. Or so one assumes."
For him it still hasn't. It may never. A journey through liminal spacetime? On a starship? With autonomous robots? He'll stop being into it when he's dead. For now, though, there's mundane stuff to consider:
"How much of the ship have you seen? Has anyone shown you the restricted areas?" Someone should have have done this by now—in his opinion, everyone should be provided a tour—but given there's next to no protocol for new inmates once they've been brought aboard and shown the little orientation video, he figures he ought to check. "The infirmary, the athletics room, and so on."
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"Sometimes." An hourglass in the back of his mind, always ticking grains of sand. Briefly tipping his head, "Less so once the novelty wears off. Or so one assumes."
For him it still hasn't. It may never. A journey through liminal spacetime? On a starship? With autonomous robots? He'll stop being into it when he's dead. For now, though, there's mundane stuff to consider:
"How much of the ship have you seen? Has anyone shown you the restricted areas?" Someone should have have done this by now—in his opinion, everyone should be provided a tour—but given there's next to no protocol for new inmates once they've been brought aboard and shown the little orientation video, he figures he ought to check. "The infirmary, the athletics room, and so on."