Ezio?! Ezio! Signore Machiavelli? Mario?
[A man’s voice, light and warm but so very confused, broadcasts with an abrupt crackle of static. Then, there is a noticeable pause, followed by a heavy cough and the scrape of debris.]
[As he expresses his surprise, a faint Italian accent hangs onto his every word:] Dio mio! (My God!) What a mess! Even my
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[Duh.]
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Ezio? Come now, amico mio (my friend)! We are too old for these games!
[His voice wavers with uncertainty. Now, the device gets a nice view of a palm as he clutches it tightly.]
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This man looked lie he belonged at... something. A Renaissance fair? In a play? While the virus struggles with his own lack of memory, he doesn't notice the stranger fumbling around.]
I'm not you're friend. Look at the device in your hand.
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Oh! You are quite small. [And this stranger is most certainly not his friend. It's just one baffling development after another.] How does one fit in a box of this size? Most importantly, how am I to get you out?
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Alex gives up trying to be patient then.]
I'm not 'in' it. It's just projecting my image and voice to you.
...Anyway, stop playing dumb. Whoever you are, you should know what a cell phone is. Were you brought here too?
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Though I've been known to play the fool whenever my clients come about, I assure you I am anything but! This-this technology is unlike anything I have ever known! Surely, you understand that not everyone learns at the same speed. I simply cannot fathom this strange contraption until I have had the opportunity to dissect it and study its inner workings!
[AND BY GOD HE'LL DO IT.]
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...What year is it?
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