@Jinx
Heading back down southeast, occasionally, swarming flocks of what appear to be flying roombas scramble off of tall rocks they cling unto, attempting to hunt Ev down but never matching in speed, eventually relenting on their chase… Flying low enough to avoid detection from any more UAVs patrolling up high, Eviscerator gains enough speed to soon catch sight of New Pahrump on the horizon.
@Cerebrate
Val: “Whoever’s curbing on immortality maybe sees us all as inevitable rivals, perhaps. Or maybe they think it’s too unnatural, what with the existential crises and all… speaking of which, here comes one now.”
Through the door, a perfect facsimile of Val steps in, greeting everyone present before addressing the Val that Imos had just been speaking to.
Other Val: “Benko’s been allowed time to reacquaint with his folks, it’s been a long trip after all, s-”
Val: “I
know that, though you’re likely freaking almost everyone here out! Just sit beneath that nook over there and let’s merge, the bridge’ll fill in the blanks between us. Imos, Nyanta, pardon me-er,
us for a moment…”
The dog then sits next to his doppelganger, before the surgical nooks they’ve lain under enclose around and entomb them both.
@Cerebrate @NyantaStarhunt
Anna: “…huh. So, eh, Nyanta. One single question:”
“Do you,”
“enjoy,”
‘‘violence?’’ ^%<-<%^
@EclecticInspiration
Skittertail Snr.: “Hm… Naaaaah, back before you kids had Val directly reprogramming the lopers, they used to catch and domesticate’em. ‘Wild artificials’ was their definition. I’m sure if Imos’s managed to get an organic one under control, you’ve got no worries… Looks a bit more like them viperdogs wandering across the Mojave though, honestly.”
“Just to be safe, I’d, just keep to your own loper mount, sonny.”
<.<
“As for those two folks of course, I mean, who
isn’t dangerous in this day and age? I’d even go so far as say that’s a pillar to post-cataclysm society.”
Mrs. Skittertail: “It’s like a muted message, dear. Like back in the old wild west, when boomtown sheriffs openly-displayed their guns, while police constables in dense cities hid their sidearms instead inside deep coat pockets… Of course, nowadays, in towns like ours, people don’t have to walk ominously, nor in fear.”
Skittertail Snr.: “Putting aside all that old arbitrary principle nonsense, though… you should get to know that cat and lizard, Benko. They remind me of my closest friends when I was doing what you’re doing now at your age.”