III - Seasons in the sun

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[Desolation. Just a couple of days ago, the place where Jotaro is now standing was a lovely golden beach, sun and sand and water. Now it isn't anymore: there's only the electric fence, and the dark Wastes beyond, and Jotaro, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the PCD as he glances down at it. His face is flatly unreadable - but then, it

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It was nice. [He sounds casual, noncommittal, before quietly adding: Warm.

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It was interesting. Living things, too... wouldn't have expected that.

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Hm. Depends on whether the environment was transported here or spontaneously generated. An ocean's simple, life's complex. Even if it was miles of sea transported, that's still a drastic change from the size of a proper ocean - enough to mess with any number of species on the chain. Spontaneously generated... not going to go there.

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.. when the hell did that happen?

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Hm. Our perceptions... might be more to Kurotsuchi's point than I thought.

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That there aren't any changes in the city, just changes in how we perceive it. Not a bad theory. Occam's Razor.

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We're working on it. [Aaaaand this'll end badly.]

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The guy called Kurotsuchi I mentioned says he's got some expertise as a neurologist. My work's been on animals, but I know the basics. We'll see how that goes.