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So Weyland, being stuck in the bar after the apparent destruction of his world, is doing exactly what he and Melpomene had discussed: forging a new identity by returning to an old identity, and attempting to pass himself off as human again.
Long story short, he is currently in his old Imperial German airman's uniform, medals and all; over in a booth, surrounded by a faint haze of smoke--and the papers on which he is scribbling his new aircraft design. This one's a lot more conventional than his last one; no fantastic bird-shapes, no sentience, just a better biplane.
Botherable, if you don't mind smoke (or being lied to).
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Long story short, he is currently in his old Imperial German airman's uniform, medals and all; over in a booth, surrounded by a faint haze of smoke--and the papers on which he is scribbling his new aircraft design. This one's a lot more conventional than his last one; no fantastic bird-shapes, no sentience, just a better biplane.
Botherable, if you don't mind smoke (or being lied to).
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