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[It’s been a long time since she’s addressed the community. While she’s always sounded annoyed, now there’s a heartache behind the anger. An exhaustion, a defeat.]
Back in the desert we got this story that gets told to every greenie that shows up in the sand. That it don’t matter if you went and got dusted ‘cause your shadow still lives on. [A shaky, sharp breath.] Killjoys never die.
But in this place, it ain’t true. The desert doesn’t believe in death but here there’s no life to begin with. Light’s out is just light’s out. [The anger in her voice picks up, deep and visceral.] All this place gives is empty promise after empty promise, dangles lil’ shiny pieces of hopin’ right in your face then laughs it away again. Just makes everythin’ you were ever told one damn cruel joke.
[There’s a few moments of nothing of but heavy breathing and snotty snuffles before she starts again, voice forcibly more calm.]
So why don’t all you rat kings and thrill seekers and wannabe white suits give me a new story worth believin' in?
Back in the desert we got this story that gets told to every greenie that shows up in the sand. That it don’t matter if you went and got dusted ‘cause your shadow still lives on. [A shaky, sharp breath.] Killjoys never die.
But in this place, it ain’t true. The desert doesn’t believe in death but here there’s no life to begin with. Light’s out is just light’s out. [The anger in her voice picks up, deep and visceral.] All this place gives is empty promise after empty promise, dangles lil’ shiny pieces of hopin’ right in your face then laughs it away again. Just makes everythin’ you were ever told one damn cruel joke.
[There’s a few moments of nothing of but heavy breathing and snotty snuffles before she starts again, voice forcibly more calm.]
So why don’t all you rat kings and thrill seekers and wannabe white suits give me a new story worth believin' in?
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It never gets any easier. I don't think any amount of stories will fix that. No story really has an end.
What the long version of the story you tell in the desert?
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Dr. Death used to say it when he was signing off sometimes. The other DJs would too. One of them used to tell everyone- [She pauses, starts again.] He used to tell me about the Witch. How she'd find your soul and keep ya from bein' alone if someone cared enough to put your things in the box. You live on 'cause there's people out there lookin' out for you, even if you're just a ghost.
Cherri tells it a lot a better.
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[Dr. Death is a hell of a name.]
So that's why you cared so much about recognizing the dead. I think there's a lot of sense in that story.
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[DJ Dr. Death Defying. The man knew how to take a title.]
Cherri always thought it's what we were supposed to do. If you were lucky to stay alive, then there's duty to the people that didn't.
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You're absolutely right. You know some smart people.
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[Still is, but she doesn't feel like being charitable to Cherri even among those who wouldn't know better. Her's was a grudge held bone deep.]
But anybody who lived out in the Zones knew it. Nobody was ever gonna care 'bout what happened to our people 'cept for us. So we gotta keep each other's memory.
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I lost a friend on the ship, and one in the crash. I've always done my best to remember them.
Hopefully your friend just went home and he'll be okay.
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You keep thinkin' 'bout them and you're doin' the right thing. 'cept I know that all that thinkin' just makes it a lot harder.
Kobra's not going to be okay. He's dead. Before I came here, I saw him die. I saw all of 'em die. [And, as far as she was concerned, it was all her fault. No matter how many times Kobra had tried to convince her otherwise.] Being here was his only chance.
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[Unfortunately he never knew that Kobra and Bucky were ever close. If he had, he might have mentioned that. That at least he did live a little while he was around.]
But it's true. It never gets easier. I never guessed I was remembering them properly if it did.
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Back home, because of the box, we'd write letters to people we missed. Send 'em pictures, tell 'em things we didn't get to say when they were 'round. Some people would even leave a candle lit. It's supposed to help. [She'd only ever done so for her mother and she was never sure how it made her feel to write to a woman she never knew.] Ain't sayin' it'd make it any easier, but some people reckoned it makes the dead feel better. You could do that, if you wanted to.
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I remember the art you did on the ship.
I kept the pictures of it. I even have them despite our old communications devices being gone. [He'd told her he'd print them out.]
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[She just doesn't know how to properly apologize for what she felt was her role in what happened]
You did? Thanks. [He said he would, but she always half expects people to let her down. It's good to be wrong.] I should do another. Plenty of buildings 'round here.
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Unless you can get someone to pay you to paint. That's a possibility, too. You're pretty good, you could make a decent amount of money for it.
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[Her tent was rather boring anyway.]
Gettin' paid to paint? Sounds a lil' too good to be true. And I'd bet nobody would be payin' me to paint what I wanted to.
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I'm thinking of opening a diner. I could give you a job there. It wouldn't be interesting, but it would be pay.
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Diner? A for real one? [Obviously he wouldn't offer otherwise, but it takes her off guard. Diner would always first and foremost make her think of home.] Doing what? I don't really know how to cook.
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[Which isn't really teaching her a trade like he usually believes in, but she's already very creative and it seems like giving her time to think would be good for her.]
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[He doesn't expect other children to have the work ethic he had as a child. If anything, he would hope that they wouldn't have.]
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Alright then. I'll give you the address. Hopefully you're not too far away.
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Thanks. Close enough for me.