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[micycle]

[For a second after the feed fizzles into life, Mike just sits there, blinking at his device in urgent confusion. Normally it would be astonishment, but the kid's been through hell and (part of the way) back, and it shows on his face; this is going to be the coolest once he gets a good night's sleep under his belt, but right now - ]

Um. [He pushes a pair of dust-coated goggles up into his hair, and coughs. The scarf below his chin seems coated with a similar substance.] Is there an Indiana here?

[A brief pause. He knows how dumb that question sounds.]

I really need to call someone.

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[notayoungman]

[ That made him pause. Even when he was a kid, the term "supercomputer" was out-dated. ]

Kid, what year was it back home?

[micycle]

1984. Almost 1985.

[He’s getting the idea that something is fishy with time here, and he’s not sure if it makes him nervous or excited.]

[notayoungman]

[ Oh boy. He'd hoped it would be different, and the term was just different in his world. ]

That thing in your hand, that you're talking into? That's about 100 times more than a supercomputer. And that thing's a toy compared to this AI.