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[metallonkardia]

My name is John Connor. I've been recruited to be a Warden on this ship, and I've been here for a week

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[sixthanimorph]

John Connor, huh? Long shot, but any relation to a lady named Sarah?

[He's expecting brother or something. Maybe cousin.]

[metallonkardia]

That's my mom.

[ SURPRISE. ]

[sixthanimorph]

Are you from her future or something?

[Because, c'mon, she had to have you at like, two otherwise. Unless she's twenty years older than she looks.]

[metallonkardia]

[ Or this could just be the most jaded sounding toddler in the world... okay, no. ]

Yeah, there's more than 20 years between us.

[sixthanimorph]

[Funny thing is, even through text he just sounds like someone who'd be Sarah's kid. Huh.]

Cool. You must be pretty far into my future then. I'm from 1998.

[metallonkardia]

[ 'Cool'? Oh, Sarah, are you giving guns to children?? ]

Just 2018. There are people here from further on.

[sixthanimorph]

[Where've you bee, John? He doesn't need guns. Though he wouldn't say no to one.]

I know. I've been here about eight months now.

[metallonkardia]

Doing what?

[sixthanimorph]

Surviving.

private.

[metallonkardia]

Inmate?

private.

[sixthanimorph]

Yeah.

private.

[metallonkardia]

How'd you end up here?

Re: private.

[sixthanimorph]

That's my business.

private.

[metallonkardia]

Fair enough.

private.

[sixthanimorph]

What's your deal?

private.

[metallonkardia]

It's about the war at home.