Burnout, part 4

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[claudiometer]

"Ewwwww." There's no other word for it, really. Because... ewwwwww.
"That's definitely a 'nasty lobster-lookin' thing.'"

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"And what is...?" Artie turns the page; the next plate is a simple line drawing of a bearded man pressing his hand to another man's back, both figures outlined in jagged white lines. "That's electrocution, right?"

[claudiometer]

"Yeah." Not much else it could be, with an illustration like that. "What was that writing?"
It looked kinda... proto-Arabic, maybe? Or proto-Persian? Something Middle Eastern or Oriental, anyway.

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Artie flips back and scrutinizes the script under the illustration. "Okay, see, this, this writing, is very..." He deflates. "... old. I have no idea what that writing is."

[claudiometer]

"Well, you want me to, uh, y'know, scan it in? Do my thing?"
She could probably find out what the writing is on the Tubes, after all. Or at least what part of the world it's from.

[doyousmellfudge]

Artie smirks. "You go, girl."

[claudiometer]

"...Don't."
Okay, maybe sometimes she can do without him acknowledging a job well done, if he's gonna do it like that.

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"Sorry." Artie hands the book over to Claudia.

[claudiometer]

She takes the book, and shakes her head as she goes to scan it in. "Yeah. Just - wrong."