[It should be immediately obvious that Don didn't mean to turn his journal on, and isn't even aware that it is on. He isn't looking at it. He isn't saying anything. In fact, he might not be awake. He's just sitting slumped in a chair, his head on the desk-like counter before him
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The second thing Robert realizes is that this isn't a filtered transmission. Even more panic button. So he filters his message as tightly as possible before speaking, soft but with a degree of urgency lent by everything repeatedly going to shambles.]
Don... Don, are you alright...?
[It's only after he speaks that he notices where Don is. Is that a vehicle, behind him?
... It's... it's strangely beautiful. The technology in it reminds him of his own home. But Don doesn't look happy.]
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Exploration. Mike and I had a pretty amazing adventure with it once.
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... Knowing him, it'll end up happening anyway, though.]
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We were taken prisoner by an overgrown trash collector and destroyed an underwater city.
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Are the two things related?
[Because those are the two most unrelated things Robert has ever heard of.]
And... why did you destroy a city? [Don, your life is mind-boggling to Robert.]
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... Your life sounds... even more fascinating than I thought it was.
[Just... junk island?]
What exactly was the point of that endeavour...?
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... That sounds... odd. Very odd. And... not exactly conducive to... much of anything.
[Then again, Terran garbage is relatively... rare in the first place.]
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That kind of thing happened to me a lot.
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If Don doesn't object, he'll rest his head against his plastron, listening to that familiar heartbeat.]
... Luceti isn't much different for you then, I suppose. In some ways, at least.
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It is and it isn't.
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In a way, he almost wishes they were on Don's world. Never seeing Terra again would be bearable for Don's sake.]
For all the awful things that can happen here, sometimes it is wonderful.
... like right now. [Mostly because this is a moment of real happiness.]
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Show me your pictures?
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... Certainly.
[He pulls the nanocomputer out of his well-protect lab coat pocket. Having been too frightened to put it down once during this mess, it's more often than not been there.
It only takes him a few moments to turn the nanocomputer on and begin bringing up holophotographs and holovideo - anything Robert could get during those moments where he wasn't being harassed, chased or otherwise threatened.
... In particular, the Randi Institute gets a lot of screentime.]
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A hologram of a hologram?
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