Voice

[deservinghell]

[Having determined the netbook is capable of a video feed, Henry makes certain to broadcast only his voice when he reaches out to the network; given the effect his condition has on reflections and even digital images, presenting an empty backdrop for no apparent reason is not the way he'd like to initiate first impressions. With the channel open, there's the clearing of a throat, then:]

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. I suppose it's about time fate doomed me to fight another man's war, eh? The Devil knows I've been asking for it. But it begs the question... What did the lot of you do to deserve it?

[The accent is unmistakably English, though a sharp ear might infer he hasn't been among Englishmen for some time.]

Comments

[deservinghell]

Henry. And don't worry about it. It's been a genuine pleasure to meet you.

[latkje]

Well, I'd say the same. If we can call this a meeting.

[deservinghell]

In an age of wireless networking, I'd say it counts.

[latkje]

You've got to know I have no clue what you're talking about.

[deservinghell]

Yes. I'm starting to get the impression most of us aren't on the same temporal page, so to speak.

[latkje]

If everything else's out of order, why not time?

[deservinghell]

Hm. It does make a certain amount of sense, doesn't it? I

[latkje]

Sometimes the only sense is nonsense. I'm old enough to have figured that out.

[deservinghell]

[A laugh.] Maybe age is the problem. Maybe I've grown out of sense and now there's nothing left for me but nonsense. It would begin to explain this place.

[latkje]

If that's the case, I hate to see what comes after the nonsense.