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[onemoredeath]

It's fading. A dream set in stone is not as strong as a dream in mists, both will fade under the careless hands of nature and time. Here it seems I have grown too confined in my solitude. It is hard to remember the sounds and force the letters together.

I should step outside.

But endless streets lay ahead outside, hollow, empty, without any true purpose. I grow tired of such. I want to go back home, to where I can hear the ocean and run along the worn paths tread upon by my ancestors...

[ The feed clicks on to video, Takegami is nursing a cracked lip, a fresh bruise forming on one cheekbone. Despite the obvious signs of having been in a fight and his depressed words, he has an almost maniac cheer about him. He twists his head to one side, then the other and smiled. ]

I really dislike the drinking climate here. No one [ Raises a finger, and yes, his knuckles are bruised ] can throw a decent punch.

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[onemoredeath]

Some more than others, I am sure. Oh?

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[twiceadays]

I'm from the twenty-second century. We're about 1200 years past that, according to this place.

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[onemoredeath]

Ah, not so far ahead of me as I had thought. That is interesting. I had thought it would take us another few centuries to get into space on a regular basis.

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[twiceadays]

Once we begin to explore Mars regularly, humans will find a prothean artifact that will launch them into contact with the other species of the galaxy.

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[onemoredeath]

Hm, I believe that we are still using robots, but there has been talk about creating a manned expedition some time soon.

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[twiceadays]

There's still some time to go.

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[onemoredeath]

I do not doubt it.