['Billy']
Well, I've given it some time and have figured that dear GLaDOS has made you aware of me by now.
My name is Hank, as I'm sure you've been informed. I understand that your an engineer?
['Billy']
[Hank's in town right now, and is somewhere between feeling surprised and not surprised that nobody is eying him weirdly. In a place like Paradisa, strange looking people are probably a dime a dozen, but still.
Other than the occasional bits of tech he comes across, there's not much to look at. So, Hank speaks into his journal.]
We all come from different world's, places, and times. Some are advanced, while are others are undoubtedly more... primitive.
How advanced is yours, when it comes to progress? Technology, industry, politics -- any or all of it, your choice.
What makes your world worthy of existing?