Function \\ One

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, there is a Haraken, wearing a set of the by-now-familiar cyberglasses. The only indication that he's alarmed by this situation is the fact that his eyebrows go up. He pauses. Looks around. Pauses again.]

[He lifts up the glasses.] Ah... So it isn't...? [Blink. He resettles his glasses and calls up a set of floating blue screens around himself. Quietly, trailing off as he starts tapping away at the screens:] But it still seems to be functioning...

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[lamb_of_gold]

A lost continent from which my people originated.

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[._.] You're from Mu?

[lamb_of_gold]

Many generations past, yes.

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[pause] I'm sorry.

[lamb_of_gold]

Whatever for?

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

That your people are gone.

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm hardly the last.

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

Oh. Usually in stories there's no one else left.

[lamb_of_gold]

Then I am thankful that this is not a story.

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[:\ Nodnod.]