1st Score - [VIDEO]

[brattery]

[Camera's on Kevin, scrawny and lanky eleven year old boy, and behind him is the backdrop of the Wastelands. He talks into the communicator as he walks toward the Haven, his face caught between anger and shell shock. He's having trouble hiding how unnerved he is right now.]

What happened? What day is it?

...Anyway, nobody better have touched my stuff.

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[brattery]

Uh, yeah? I've been here for like, ever. Who are you supposed to be?

[skidaddle]

A lovable amnesiac and head of the Zoning Committee.

What credentials do you have?

[brattery]

I'm Kevin Levin! I had...

[He had... something. He used to run a thing. He had a whole thing to himself! He stares blankly into the camera, glancing offscreen and putting a hand to his forehead as he tries to remember something.]

[skidaddle]

Sounds like you have the exact problem I do.

[He taps his head.]

Congrats. Maybe they have a human version of a Mnemosurgeon around.

[brattery]

A mini-smongewhat now?

[skidaddle]

A mnemosurgeon. With an 'm,' not the other kind.

Someone who sticks his needle-fingers into your brain and pulls the memories out?

Humans have those, don't they?

[brattery]

People can do that?!

[skidaddle]

If by 'people' you mean 'Chromedome,' then yes. They can do that.

I'm starting to guess it miiiight be a little more complex for you, though. Congratulations--welcome to a world that's built on technology but can't satisfy basic living needs.

[brattery]

Yeah, well, least I remember where I came from. And enough to know that this place is way better.

[STILL A LITTLE FREAKED, THOUGH. Not that he'll let you know that, Skids.]

[skidaddle]

It certainly has its perks! Life treating you that bad back home?

[Skids can commiserate, though he does miss some of his friends.]