(fitz's story is, in a way, similar to orpheus' — isn't it? his choice reminds connor that he's in love with a woman far, far away. jemma simmons, the biochemist, the engineer's muse and someone he'd very much like to meet. bittersweet, that sort of revelation. he simply nods at it while fitz smiles and offers him one of his own, refusing to bring down the mood.
there's a time and a place.
connor glances out the window at the announcement, gripping the arms of his seat with a fond focus on what his friend's saying, only looking back when the smoke's cleared and they've made it into the air. a bit of tension in his jaw, unaccustomed to heights he finds unappealing and quite intimidating at the best of times, his eyes narrow. fractionally, enough to show his interest.)
So not humans, per se, but aliens — or gods, if you believe in that sort of thing. It's fascinating, that on the imperceptible edges of our universe, entire colonies could be forming under our noses. Space is so vast and yet people have so many doubts in what could potentially be out there, but I understand their reservations. It must be difficult to accept something you can't wrap your head around.
You know, in 2038... androids have been sent to Io, one of Jupiter's moons. There have been Mars expeditions as well, but this is the farthest America will have gotten. They'll work there until they're destroyed by the satellite's inhospitable conditions. Humans, however, can enjoy space tourism much like we are now. Three hour trips around the moon, for an exorbitant price.
(not the fairest deal, judging by his tone.)
...
Wait, Fitz— you went through a portal to another planet?
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(fitz's story is, in a way, similar to orpheus' — isn't it? his choice reminds connor that he's in love with a woman far, far away. jemma simmons, the biochemist, the engineer's muse and someone he'd very much like to meet. bittersweet, that sort of revelation. he simply nods at it while fitz smiles and offers him one of his own, refusing to bring down the mood.
there's a time and a place.
connor glances out the window at the announcement, gripping the arms of his seat with a fond focus on what his friend's saying, only looking back when the smoke's cleared and they've made it into the air. a bit of tension in his jaw, unaccustomed to heights he finds unappealing and quite intimidating at the best of times, his eyes narrow. fractionally, enough to show his interest.)
So not humans, per se, but aliens — or gods, if you believe in that sort of thing. It's fascinating, that on the imperceptible edges of our universe, entire colonies could be forming under our noses. Space is so vast and yet people have so many doubts in what could potentially be out there, but I understand their reservations. It must be difficult to accept something you can't wrap your head around.
You know, in 2038... androids have been sent to Io, one of Jupiter's moons. There have been Mars expeditions as well, but this is the farthest America will have gotten. They'll work there until they're destroyed by the satellite's inhospitable conditions. Humans, however, can enjoy space tourism much like we are now. Three hour trips around the moon, for an exorbitant price.
(not the fairest deal, judging by his tone.)
...
Wait, Fitz— you went through a portal to another planet?