re_alignment | Audio -> Video Transmission : Megatronus's Temple

Hello? Is this thing on? How do I... oh.

[Suddenly the video pops on, to a view of a man with short dark hair in a dark grey trench coat and white shirt. He adjusts his clothing slightly and straightens up.]

This is Captain Nathaniel Renko, Spartan platoon of the Titan Corps of North America. Though I'm guessing there's no one here that knows of either of those... [~~Or he wouldn't be using his real name.~~ But who knows, maybe there's someone around here that remembers Spartan-21 or Titan-1 Actual, or heavens forbid, his name. Without understanding the former connotations of his name in his timeline, hopefully.]

So I've heard that I was dropped through some kind of rift and I'm on another planet. And apparently there are sentient giant robots. Which I guess makes my next question... what's it like where you're from originally?

[If he seems less bothered about the whole "temporal-spacial displacement" thing than others might be, it's because he is. For you, this might be life-changing and incredibly traumatizing, but for him it is Tuesday.]

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Well excuuuuuse me! Not everyone is lucky enough to go to school, you know. I was just going off what I saw on TV. ...And I still think pirates are cool. At least the ones in the movies are.

They would never call me a mutation.

... You've never been to school? How old are you? And what's the year where you're from?

[Is he living in a world populated with robots and kids? Because that might stretch the limits of his patience.]

...I, uh... never thought about that... I wanna say I'm thirty-six. That's a good manly number.

[Oh right, he's still sort of new to the whole time concept.

Also he's not thirty-six.]

Why? Are you some kinda future man? Because I won't lie, that's waaaay cooler than a pirate.

You don't sound thirty-six to me.

[Future-man? Urk. He hasn't been called that in ages... and he definitely isn't even sure what year it is or what year he's from anymore.]

I am. I'm very complicated.

And how many thirty-six year old bears do you know? If you've actually met one, we'll talk, but until then I wanna be thirty-six.

[Because that's just how aging works.]

So then, Mr. Future, did they invent the jetpack yet? Or the hoverboard? How strong is the power of love?

You don't know much about this whole aging thing, do you?

[At least he doesn't sound accusatory?]

... to be honest, the future I come from is kind of terrible. Jetpacks and hoverboards were shelved a while back.

The future where you're from might be a lot nicer though.