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[Fumie is just a bit bloody and bruised, her t-shirt and shirt torn and she is positively beaming like crazy]

WE TOOK DOWN GODZILLA! [waves around a jar with a pretty damn mighty jewel in it] I told you we could! Me and Sam know what we're doing. It was like the giant fish but a much greater challenge. And I don't lose any challenges, so!

That'll teach monsters to eat whatevers. [nods firmly]

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All right - if you ever stay over, you can have the chair. [smug now] So I think the shame would be yours, Gene, for thinking like that.

There's no way in hell I'm staying at your flat, Tyler. [because it's gay] And maybe you should learn how to play along with a bloody joke there, Dorothy.

[canon laughs at you, Gene] Not like that, not with Fumie. She doesn't need to hear about things like that.

You act like she's your bloody daughter, Tyler. I thought I told you: I don't give special treatment to my team.

I just don't like the -- wait, what?

[speaking slowly, as if Tyler doesn't understand] I don't give special treatment to my team. Do you need me to draw pictures, Tyler?

But - did you just imply that she's part of your team?

Did you suddenly become hard of hearing? She might be a bird, but she's got fight, and she helped you take down on of those...things. Can't be any worse than Cartwright, at any rate.

[beaming now, because Gene has accepted Fumie and Sam thinks it's cute ~~but don't tell the Guv he thinks it's cute~~] More than one.

[gives him a Look] Don't push it, Tyler. I still say she should be home playing with her dollies. I'll give her one kill and that's it.

She has an internet, she doesn't need dolls.

[have a blank look, Sam]

... The internet is a ... [~~series of tubes~~] it's a ... It's all the information people have, uploaded - [is uploaded in common parlance in '73? Damn, this is difficult] - it's.... what do you know about computers, anyway, Guv?

They're big, bulky, ugly pieces of shit that take up too much space and will never trump good old police work. [snort] That, and I busted one once by turning it on.

Why does that fail to surprise me? But in... thirty years, computers will be small enough to be in practical use. Telephones will be mobile, fit in the palm of your hands. You'll be able to put computers into brief cases and walk around with them. And the internet is this thing that connects all computers - well, all the ones with access - to each other, for information to transfer all across the world. That's the type of place Fumie is coming from. With everything available to her through those glasses, she doesn't need dolls.

[poor Sam, the Guv can't even fathom this world of technology. at all. and, quite frankly, he wouldn't want to live in it, anyway.] What's the point? A bloody computer isn't gonna hit the streets and nick the scum that's wandering about. Nothing can take the place of this, Tyler. [taps his skull] We've got files. That's all the information I need. [crosses his arms] She's a bird, Tyler. 'course she plays with dolls.

[poor Gene, the Boss is getting clingy to his beloved technology and wants to go home and cuddle it. Which he can, but he hasn't figured that one out, yet] They don't take the place of it - they facilitate it. Proper databases, Guv. The DNA, fingerprints, and history of every former suspect, available in an instant. You don't have to waste detectives looking through files - one click and you can have all the information you need.

[stop fondling your tele, Sam] And like I said: who needs files? It's all up here, Tyler. Files are for useless gits.

[but Sam loves his telly! And Annie always turns him down, and you only beat him up, and fondling Chris is like pedophilia, and Ray, well, he's just out of the question. Sam has no one to fondle BUT his telly]

[also: Sam has a rare moment of Knowing When It's Pointless To Fight] Sure, Guv.

[Annie would stop turning you down if you'd stop acting creepy, Sam. Agreed on the pedophilia and Ray bits. ~~Gene would totally love it if you fondled him.~~]

Good to see you've learned some sense there, Tyler.

[But creepy comes almost as naturally to Sam as emo! ~~Sam is going to pretend he didn't read those strikeouts. Which is good, as he technically hasn't~~]

'course, Guv. --Guv? Did... did your CID realise you had [hesitates for a bit] left them, for a bit?

Edited 2008-01-26 21:48 (UTC)

[Gene's pretending I didn't type it in the first place. and giving Sam his 'stop being emo before I beat you' look]

What? Got offed? Nicked it? Kicked the bucket? Visited Lucy in the sky? They didn't say a damn thing, Tyler, and I expect you to follow their lead, we understood?

[sharply] I was wondering if any time passed for them, or if everything stopped without the great Gene Genie to witness it all.

[shoves a finger in Sam's face, not in the mood to put up with his attitude] Considering it is my reality, it stopped dead as I did, okay, Tyler? Nothing happened, nothing changed, no one so much as farted. Now shut it or I'll do it for you!

[takes a step back, fingers curling into fists as he tries to hold himself back from punching Gene in the face.

Ultimately, he fails.]