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[orplasmic]

[ Jack takes a shaky breath as he turns on the MID. He can do this, this gadget he's hooked up to is almost like a radio. It's just sort of stuck to his hand for the foreseeable future. Which is still a step up from jamming a needle in his arm on the regular to boost his EVE. ]

...hard to believe I'm in outer space, it's not the sort of thing you expect to hear outside of books. [ He pauses to laugh under his breath. It's a ragged sort of sound, with a faint edge of exhaustion to it. ] Then again, so do underwater cities.

Hopefully this place'll be nicer than Rapture. [ Though that sudden shift in lighting and the new strict people in charge have him a bit unsettled. ]

Anyways... I was wondering. Has anyone here heard of an Irish fella by the name of Atlas? He was helping me before I ended up here. I don't feel right leaving him in the wind.

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Voice

[orplasmic]

[ For god's sake... ]

It's a country, near England. [ He pauses and then realizes where this is probably going. ] ...I'm guessing you don't know what England is either?

Voice

[freiheiten]

Right.

[No idea. Is that somewhere between Rose and Maria???]

I'm not from your world, so you'll have to tell me something else about this guy.

Voice

[orplasmic]

No, England is a country too. They both are.

[ Why is this happening to him? He's not a geography teacher. ]

Voice

[freiheiten]

[Well, you are now!]

How are we suppose to know what country someone is from? Is Ireland like the Orient?

Voice

[orplasmic]

You know because there's maps and signs to let you know. And Ireland really isn't like the Orient.

[ How could this happen to me, I've made my mistakes... ]

Voice

[freiheiten]

Do you wear these maps and signs around your neck in your world then?

Voice

[orplasmic]

Why would I-

[ He takes a deep breath. This ain't going anywhere except in circles. ]

I know where things like that are because I've looked at maps. And the signs are on roads and stuff like that.