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[ Oh, christ on a cracker, this is seriously painful. Ray’s peering at his comm like it just insulted his mother, halfway between confused and seriously pissed off. He’s been at this for way too long and he’s not sure he’s even got a grip on it now - shaking it didn't help. His annoyance might be showing, just a little. Or a lot. ]
You guys know that video killed the radio star, right? Nothin’ good about plastering my face all over this bulletin board of woes, but hey- I can go with the flow. Me and the flow are best buddies, in fact. Go out for beers every friday night. Shoot pool. That sort of thing.
[ Yeah, okay, that’s enough running with that. Ray clears his throat, scratching at his neck uncomfortably. ]
But seriously, dudes, guys- folks, there’s something wrong with this. Communication wasn’t supposed to go in this direction. Telephones I understand, I get those, Edison sure knew what he was doing on that front. [ It was totally Edison, right? ] But whoever made these is laughing from the bowels of hell. I mean, c’mon, there’s more than enough ways to talk in person, when’d we start deciding we were never gonna leave the house again?
How’re you supposed to get real information outta anyone when they’re hiding behind a screen?
[ Call him old fashioned, but Ray is shaking his head, judging the hell out of the future he’s crawled his way into. ] But fine, okay, i’ll move on, no biggie. Other shit worth worrying about. Like how’s a guy just supposed to deal with the, uh- whole new shebang they hand you? I can barely manage my own shit, how am I, uh- supposed to cope with all sorts’a newfinagled powers?
… Guess i’ll worry about that once I gotta deal with it. Until then, I’ll just be… explorin’ the territories.
You guys know that video killed the radio star, right? Nothin’ good about plastering my face all over this bulletin board of woes, but hey- I can go with the flow. Me and the flow are best buddies, in fact. Go out for beers every friday night. Shoot pool. That sort of thing.
[ Yeah, okay, that’s enough running with that. Ray clears his throat, scratching at his neck uncomfortably. ]
But seriously, dudes, guys- folks, there’s something wrong with this. Communication wasn’t supposed to go in this direction. Telephones I understand, I get those, Edison sure knew what he was doing on that front. [ It was totally Edison, right? ] But whoever made these is laughing from the bowels of hell. I mean, c’mon, there’s more than enough ways to talk in person, when’d we start deciding we were never gonna leave the house again?
How’re you supposed to get real information outta anyone when they’re hiding behind a screen?
[ Call him old fashioned, but Ray is shaking his head, judging the hell out of the future he’s crawled his way into. ] But fine, okay, i’ll move on, no biggie. Other shit worth worrying about. Like how’s a guy just supposed to deal with the, uh- whole new shebang they hand you? I can barely manage my own shit, how am I, uh- supposed to cope with all sorts’a newfinagled powers?
… Guess i’ll worry about that once I gotta deal with it. Until then, I’ll just be… explorin’ the territories.