002 | [voice]

[hypospraying]

Hey, I'm looking for someone who's handy with tech who can maybe help me out? See, I have several medical tools that came with me from home, and they run on a certain kind of battery power. As you can imagine, this power's running low now and I don't have a proper docking and charging station for them, so I was wondering if any of you could take a look? I can search for scraps or do errands for Edmund to get the parts, I just need to know what parts I'd need first. And, well, someone to put it together for me.

[She sounds a bit sheepish there. If she could figure this out herself, she would, but it's not her area of expertise.]

Obviously I don't want to take anybody away from any important projects they're working on now. This is sort of just an offer if you're bored and want to build some tech. And I could... [What could she do to pay such a person back?] I don't know. You can tell me what you'd like in return and I'll see if I can do it or get it for you.

[After this, there's a pause, but then she goes on.]

Anyway, have any of you experienced this fog that's coming first hand before? What does it do, exactly?

Comments

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Yup, he's a mangy old mutt, but I like him. And he will totally bite if I tell him to, but that seems like a bad precedent... Anyway, I should say to start that tech where I'm from seems a lot different from stuff here, but I'll at least give it a look.

[hypospraying]

I'd appreciate it, whether you can make heads or tails of it or not.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

I'll see what I can do. Like I said, I'm used to making up solutions out of junk.

[hypospraying]

Well figuring out delicate tech like this is definitely not my strong suit.

I'm Christine, by the way.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Indrani. Where and when are you from? Just curious. Where I started out it's 2277 in the Capital Wasteland, the general area around the D.C. ruins on Earth.

[hypospraying]

[There's a pause, and when she speaks, she sounds a little worried.]

It was 2258, and I was on a starship. I hope-- I mean, we're probably from different realities, different Earths. At least, I hope in twenty years nothing leaves D.C. in ruins.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Oh, we definitely are. That's why I'm curious. My home reality's kind of an oddball, I guess, because the bombs fell two hundred years ago, and I live in a shack mostly made of airport scrap next to a recently diffused warhead that for some reason didn't go off when it was dropped. I mean, you get the picture. Maybe?

[hypospraying]

Yeah, I-- I think I do. Who dropped those bombs?

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Not a lot of accurate news left over from the period, but the big players were China and America, even if the details are buried in propaganda posters and Enclave rewrites.

[hypospraying]

Oh. I'm sorry to hear things came to that.