[ Maine nods and gives a little shrug. Money can do all kinds of things, apparently. He'd never investigated how he was brought to the station. Instead, he'd put all his focus on accomplishing his objectives and escaping. That had remained the case right up until he decided to stay. And after that, the method of his arrival or departure no longer mattered.
(Maybe he should've paid closer attention. Maybe he should've dug deeper. But he hadn't. He spent his days clinging to what happiness he had, and then he showed up here.)
He listens closely to the explanation about the donkey. And yeah, it does sound pretty fucking crazy. But he tilts his head, expression thoughtful, then huffs lightly. ]
On some fucked up past-Earth. [ "Past," because Maine hails from 2547. ] Everything's nuts.
[ Then he gestures to himself, his posture relaxing more as he does so. ]
Jónsson.
[ A name. Not the one he was born with, and not the one he uses when he thinks about himself. But it's the name attached to his neural implant, and so it's his. ]
no subject
(Maybe he should've paid closer attention. Maybe he should've dug deeper. But he hadn't. He spent his days clinging to what happiness he had, and then he showed up here.)
He listens closely to the explanation about the donkey. And yeah, it does sound pretty fucking crazy. But he tilts his head, expression thoughtful, then huffs lightly. ]
On some fucked up past-Earth. [ "Past," because Maine hails from 2547. ] Everything's nuts.
[ Then he gestures to himself, his posture relaxing more as he does so. ]
Jónsson.
[ A name. Not the one he was born with, and not the one he uses when he thinks about himself. But it's the name attached to his neural implant, and so it's his. ]