[ Riz has it right. Krouse misses his mom in a way that he skirts around at the edges of his thoughts, never letting himself linger on anything that has to do with her for long. He can't let himself go there after all the time he's spent working away from the worst, sharpest pangs of wanting to see her. He's past it. Past having the kinds of problems she could fix, even if he could talk to her.
He wants to be past it. It's just sometimes he brushes up against it again, a live wire mostly tucked out of mind until bumps into it by chance.
There are arcanotech waste disposal techniques to think of, coffee to sip, a bot moving behind Riz to watch clearing a table. The moment passes, like it usually does. ]
From what you're describing, probably a cellphone or an iPod. Long range communication device with some other features, or a device that stores music and other audio files. And I'm afraid mine didn't come with me.
[ He'd only had a burner cell, anyway, which he has to assume was either destroyed or confiscated. If it was here, it wouldn't have anything interesting on it. For the first time since he showed up, Krouse wishes he could log back onto the PHO forums and track down some of the more informative postings there. ]
I could try recreating some from memory. [ He's kidding. Mostly. ] I think I remember about...half of one about the Nova Scotia diaspora. Seventy five percent of that was about lobsters, in this excruciatingly tortured metaphor for the resilience of the survivors via crustacean behaviour. Or they were actually just extremely concerned about the impact on lobster habitat, I guess.
Did you know lobsters are pretty much immortal? Our lobsters, anyway. Which are not crabs. Crabs are a whole different thing. Apparently more related to spiders, if you can believe it.
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He wants to be past it. It's just sometimes he brushes up against it again, a live wire mostly tucked out of mind until bumps into it by chance.
There are arcanotech waste disposal techniques to think of, coffee to sip, a bot moving behind Riz to watch clearing a table. The moment passes, like it usually does. ]
From what you're describing, probably a cellphone or an iPod. Long range communication device with some other features, or a device that stores music and other audio files. And I'm afraid mine didn't come with me.
[ He'd only had a burner cell, anyway, which he has to assume was either destroyed or confiscated. If it was here, it wouldn't have anything interesting on it. For the first time since he showed up, Krouse wishes he could log back onto the PHO forums and track down some of the more informative postings there. ]
I could try recreating some from memory. [ He's kidding. Mostly. ] I think I remember about...half of one about the Nova Scotia diaspora. Seventy five percent of that was about lobsters, in this excruciatingly tortured metaphor for the resilience of the survivors via crustacean behaviour. Or they were actually just extremely concerned about the impact on lobster habitat, I guess.
Did you know lobsters are pretty much immortal? Our lobsters, anyway. Which are not crabs. Crabs are a whole different thing. Apparently more related to spiders, if you can believe it.