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[ The video starts with Marty holding the communicator really, really awkwardly. Behind him you can probably see a line of freestyle soda machines behind him. Marty has a dollar in his hand, but apparently something's not working for him. ]

Okay. So...ah, I'm Marty. I guess I'm new? I don't know if you gotta introduce yourselves or anything when you make a new one of these, but...

[ He gives the communicator a sheepish kind of shrug, unsure of whether he wants to feel stupid holding a camera like this, or feeling uncomfortable because people were looking at him weird. ] ...right. So I got a question. I guess.

So these touch vendor-things are everywhere, right? How the hell do you get your soda?

[ Marty turns the video to the machine, where he presses his finger against 'diet coke' on the main screen and then mashing it against the PUSH button. ] I press diet coke on the menu and it takes me to this thing where it shows me all kinda of flavors, but it won't give me my soda!

[ joke's on you marty, you have to select the big fat diet coke button before you can get your soda, duh. that's probably why people are looking at you weird.

Eventually he just lightly taps the toe of his shoe against the bottom of the machine. ]

This thing sucks. I don't even like coke.

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[Doc nods.]

Yes, absolutely. We'll get you on it. And...ah. There's probably something else I should explain to you sooner rather than later.

[He's looked down the page and is alarmed.]

[ Marty nods back, and smiles. ] Yeah? Like what, Doc?

It's...something I'd call heavy news. Maybe I should tell you this in person---no, there isn't time! I'll have to tell you now.

[Private filter, engage!]

Marty, we're pseudo-celebrities to a few of our fellow imPorts. I know it's mind-bendingly difficult to believe, but in a few of the dimensions they've been drawn from, the two of us are fictional stars of a famous movie.

I've been trying to hide my true skill set out of fear that I'd be used for my knowledge, but half of my new friends already know the story of our lives.

[ It takes him a second or two to understand us. ]

Wait. Doc, are you tellin' me that we're actors? I'm not an actor! Did someone take a documentary or somethin' of us in the future? [ This is going way over his head. ] I don't...

...is that why some people know my name?

Neither am I! What I'm saying is that others may have been exposed to a film remarkably consistent with our story. To them, we're fictional, but we know that but we're entirely real. A documentary's a fair analogy. It's...

You recall the trick you played on George to urge him to ask Lorraine on a date, right? The planet Vulcan, as it turns out, is a reality in another dimension. I'm living with a Mr. Spock---maybe you've heard that name before?

Okay. So we're real. But to these other guys we're just actors? That doesn't make sense, I mean, how'd they even know? Do they know about me and my mom...? [ He's never going to show his face ever again. ]

Wait. Spock? You're livin' with the Spock? So the way we see Spock, they see us. Do I got that right?

Yes! That's precisely it. What we all think of as fiction isn't truly fictional---it's merely an alternate reality.

And yes, I believe they know. But if it's any comfort to you, the fans I've spoken with admire you for your courage far more than they consider that incident.

[ Marty thinks all of this is cool, until he hears that they know about his mom. ]

Oh god, Doc. How am I gonna show my face after this? If they know about me and my ma, I might as well just shun myself. They might think I got guts but- I mean...

...Then they say my ma kiss me in the car, right? Did I tell you 'bout that? They know?

No, you didn't tell me about that---and I can understand why you didn't. [Congrats, Marty, you've just informed possibly the only person who didn't know.]

I suppose it's possible they don't know, or that the film version was inaccurate? I haven't seen them myself, and there are things in my history I'd rather not have broadcast to this world either.

But I'm reasonably sure that no one's laughing at you.

Oh. Well she did. [ WHOOPS. Well you learn something new every day. ] In your car.

[ Marty is miserable. Absolutely humiliated. It's worse enough he's forever burned with the image that his mom was making these godawful references to who knows what during that dance. Knowing that somebody probably got a laugh when his mom was talking about "parking" is enough to make him want to break down. ] Jesus Doc, I don't feel good.

Okay, okay. So people know who we are. Should we...lie about it? There's one guy I'm talkin' to who brought up time travel and I'm trying to bullshit my way out of it as best as I can.

[Doc makes an interesting little noise in the back of his throat.]

I considered that, but I was bombarded with far too many people who knew the truth with no obvious connection.

I'm sorry, Marty. I should have considered how that knowledge impact you or anyone else from our timeline.

Sorry. I probably should have told you before.

[ He shrugs, offering Doc a smile that doesn't exactly reach his eyes. ] Water under the bridge, right? It's not like this is normal or anything. [ Because it really, really wasn't. ] Least I know what's goin' on now. That's what matters.

[Doc exhales. He knows this isn't right, that he's made things awkward, but...

Something flashes across Doc's mind. He'll have to say it sometime, but. Maybe not now.]

As it happens, I've ordered far too big of a sandwich. Would you like half a pulled pork?

You don't want it? Sure!

[ You are speaking his language! ]

Where are you at, Doc?

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i probably should have said that in the last thing, ahah

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