"Effects like from the fog? I'm lucky if those mists weren't actually fumes of some kind... Or it could have just been some gas that made us see really crazy things. And hear. And, well, okay, you know it's probably not precisely that, but."
Walter's lucky it's not fumes because of the asthma, that is. It's actually a pretty terrifying thought. The living memory of this place is only about ten years. Pyotr has expressed skepticism that does strike Walter as paranoid or impractical - in their bad situation, a small risk of harm in five years shouldn't outweigh other benefits. But this time. How do they know they won't keel over from Space Asbestos in twenty years?
"The exercise I've been getting in some actual job is kinda good for me," Walter riffs. "I've got three stretches for my injury that I should make sure I don't stop doing..." He's sure it's a bit laughable, diet and rehab issues that are luxurious compared to the past. "Maybe a reset would be for the best. I think I might end up with a second death without rushing it along though, so..." They have lots of little details they can rib each other on.
"I have fallen a little behind on the movie parties. But I did get some time with this good book I hadn't read in a long time. It's called 1984. Set in this future England where they work in plain white cubicles and rewrite the news to just make up who's winning and losing the wars..." You know, just like the brain rotting videos with contradictory hot takes that they have to keep up with...
Do it to Julia was the main thing that had driven him to look into the matter - both the time Pyotr had accused him of acquiescing to the process of losing his precious thing, then the very literal representation of that dilemma in his subconscious or whatever the hell that puzzle was. However, he was also very curious what Pyotr might think about the theme of being beaten at the long game by a friend who seemed to support the revolution... Surely Trevor hadn't committed such elaborate psychological torture, but Walter didn't see their every conversation, Trevor had videoed with his so called (in multiple senses) father for instance, it could have gone a bit worse than the blunt refusal Walter received.
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Walter's lucky it's not fumes because of the asthma, that is. It's actually a pretty terrifying thought. The living memory of this place is only about ten years. Pyotr has expressed skepticism that does strike Walter as paranoid or impractical - in their bad situation, a small risk of harm in five years shouldn't outweigh other benefits. But this time. How do they know they won't keel over from Space Asbestos in twenty years?
"The exercise I've been getting in some actual job is kinda good for me," Walter riffs. "I've got three stretches for my injury that I should make sure I don't stop doing..." He's sure it's a bit laughable, diet and rehab issues that are luxurious compared to the past. "Maybe a reset would be for the best. I think I might end up with a second death without rushing it along though, so..." They have lots of little details they can rib each other on.
"I have fallen a little behind on the movie parties. But I did get some time with this good book I hadn't read in a long time. It's called 1984. Set in this future England where they work in plain white cubicles and rewrite the news to just make up who's winning and losing the wars..." You know, just like the brain rotting videos with contradictory hot takes that they have to keep up with...
Do it to Julia was the main thing that had driven him to look into the matter - both the time Pyotr had accused him of acquiescing to the process of losing his precious thing, then the very literal representation of that dilemma in his subconscious or whatever the hell that puzzle was. However, he was also very curious what Pyotr might think about the theme of being beaten at the long game by a friend who seemed to support the revolution... Surely Trevor hadn't committed such elaborate psychological torture, but Walter didn't see their every conversation, Trevor had videoed with his so called (in multiple senses) father for instance, it could have gone a bit worse than the blunt refusal Walter received.