[ That slightly glassy expression is familiar. It's not unlike those worn by people back on the station when they'd use the network. Not surprising, really. As far as Maine can tell, the neural implant functions almost identically to the communicators in Lagunbiru. The most significant difference is that those communicators were jewelry, not wetware.
Given a choice, he'd prefer the jewelry. Prefer being able to disconnect. But choice wasn't a factor.
He inclines his head slightly when she says it'll arrive tomorrow. That's good. That'll help. ]
Usually. [ He gestures to the bare walls. ] No windows. Internal clock's a little fucked.
[ Though he suspects his drugged, disoriented arrival is more to blame than the lack of windows. Still, it's hard to reorient himself without a clear day and night cycle. ]
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Given a choice, he'd prefer the jewelry. Prefer being able to disconnect. But choice wasn't a factor.
He inclines his head slightly when she says it'll arrive tomorrow. That's good. That'll help. ]
Usually. [ He gestures to the bare walls. ] No windows. Internal clock's a little fucked.
[ Though he suspects his drugged, disoriented arrival is more to blame than the lack of windows. Still, it's hard to reorient himself without a clear day and night cycle. ]