[The train station seems... relatively crowded today, though not simply by any number of bodies. A sort of riddle, ‘one of these things doesn’t belong’. The answer itself becomes hard to conjure, simply because it’s that terribly obvious that... can you really believe it? That nearly overnight there seems to have appeared this mounted build of
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Who are you talking to?
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A psychotic mute who either isn't present, or is flailing without a sound before she's vaporized. Or, apparently, I'm speaking to you. Since you've started this conversation. What an enriching well of curiosity you are, aren't you. A verbose speaker of profound topics to take my attention.
[What can she say, she's picky. It's either a mute she doesn't have to listen to, or at some scientists that give the impression that at least know what they're saying, and don't just ask simple questions in interactions.]
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I guess I was just curious.
Um, are you part of the city, or were you brought here like the rest of us?
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I belong just about anywhere that isn't here, talking to people that act as though I'M the stupid, lost one here. Though really. I'm touched by the concern.
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But you don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to.
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You're an idiot. You started the conversation, and I'm inclined to respond. I'm talking because people talk. It's a terrible habit. Really. I suppose I'm just that grateful to hear actual words out of people that at least seem to have semi-functional IQ's. But I do have to applaud your bravery. Wearing an outfit like that? I'm sure you've set new parameters for everyone of your bone structure.
There. Do you have it this time?
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