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need help constructing a hydroelectric power station.

anyone with engineering experience is helpful but not necessary - already have an idea on how to assemble a home brewed setup. mostly just need assistance with supplies and manpower.

the less we have to rely on hope to keep this place running the better.

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My thoughts exactly. And I assume he's supposed to be the 'good one' out of the ones we're having to deal with.

what makes you think that?
with names like hope, rage, and fear, would've assumed them all to be swell individuals.

I'd wager they're not the only charming individuals like themselves out there. Want to take bets on how long it'll be until we meet one named Sadness? Maybe Envy, Delusion, or Apathy.

what, there's more of them out there? thought we'd just be stuck with the three and they seem bad enough.

I can't say that for certain, but I wouldn't be shocked by it, given the surprises this place has had for us already.

fair enough.
been an eventful month.

hell. been a plenty eventful year before coming here. [ugh]

Sounds like you've got a busy life back home.

"busy" is certainly one way of putting it.

We've all got something we left behind. I can't say my situation was ideal, but it was home.

can't really miss home all that much when it wasn't much of a home to begin with. suppose this locale isn't that much different.

What's not different, the part where we're trapped in a cave, or the part where some gods who think it's fine to starve people are running the show?

just spent the last few months in an underground city. suppose it was a lot homier than this one though.

I spent the last two weeks before coming here in an underground vault. Can't say that being held hostage in a single room was any better than this, but it's not as though the world I come from is a pretty picture to begin with.

[That... sounds marginally interesting.]

what were you being held hostage for?

For doing my job. I'd been hired to find a kidnapped daughter. As it turns out, she wasn't kidnapped at all. Her new boyfriend was a triggerman, a gangster named Skinny Malone.

Edited 2016-02-13 04:14 (UTC)

synthetics are really hired for that sort of thing where you're from?

I'd say not, considering most are shot on sight or pretending to be something they're not. I started the detective agency myself.

Edited 2016-02-13 07:08 (UTC)

what for?

Because I was good at it, and people had a lot of problems that needed solving.

Edited 2016-02-13 07:35 (UTC)

is that what you were programmed for?
solving problems?

Hell if I know. I was discarded, trashed. Had to make my own way in the world.

[...Oh.]

apologies. didn't know.

is that why your skin is all messed up?

[From sympathetic back to rude. Das Rey.]

[The queen of tact.]

That's one reason. Living in a radioactive wasteland would be another. The Commonwealth isn't a kind place to anyone, let alone synths.

that would make sense. suppose radiation would affect synthetic skin the same way as it would with anything else that's organic.

what were you discarded for?

[So many questions.]

[He's usually the one asking them, so it's nice to be on the other side every now and then.]

Can't say I know that, either. The place that built me wiped most of the memories I had before tossing me in the dumpster. I can't even tell you where the place is. It's a bit of a mystery back home.

Edited 2016-02-14 06:39 (UTC)

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