[ 2038. Something between Simon’s time and the one he ended up in. ]
Those aren’t really dogs. [ there’s a sort of distracted amusement at the edge of his voice, having just watched a man try to energize a gentle, saggy mountain of no fucks to give. Saint Bernards were kind of rare in the city, to say the least. ]
I’m not sure Sumo’s really a dog, either. Maybe something in the middle, but I lived in an apartment, so even a chihuahua wouldn’t have worked out.
[ talking about his world is a little of column A, a little of column B. He’s had enough of a weird multiverse travel career by now that it could maybe be said that he’s formed some kind of discrete Robot Simon life, entirely new memories that all took place in this form and separate him further from his previous existence. And it’s not like his experiences have been entirely bad, but anything that pulls him even more from his tenuous connection to his human life is also Thanks I Hate It a little.
So he’ll take the vague shit feeling, tempered by, you know, denial and the fact that the way his life and planet ended feel less real the more time he spends in outer fucking space. ]
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Those aren’t really dogs. [ there’s a sort of distracted amusement at the edge of his voice, having just watched a man try to energize a gentle, saggy mountain of no fucks to give. Saint Bernards were kind of rare in the city, to say the least. ]
I’m not sure Sumo’s really a dog, either. Maybe something in the middle, but I lived in an apartment, so even a chihuahua wouldn’t have worked out.
[ talking about his world is a little of column A, a little of column B. He’s had enough of a weird multiverse travel career by now that it could maybe be said that he’s formed some kind of discrete Robot Simon life, entirely new memories that all took place in this form and separate him further from his previous existence. And it’s not like his experiences have been entirely bad, but anything that pulls him even more from his tenuous connection to his human life is also Thanks I Hate It a little.
So he’ll take the vague shit feeling, tempered by, you know, denial and the fact that the way his life and planet ended feel less real the more time he spends in outer fucking space. ]