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[thegreatmachine]

Mitchell Hundred is at the bar counter.

To all appearances, he's not doing anything all that interesting. He's just sitting with a beer staring at his cellphone.

Sometimes you need intellectual conversation.

Sometimes you need to talk to your cellphone about the most inane things, like people's area codes.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray comes up to the Bar nearby. "Third Rail, please," he says politely, and the beer pops into view. "Thanks."

Then he glances sideways.

"Oh, hey. Long time no see."

[thegreatmachine]

He almost startled, looking sideways at Ray for a moment before blinking, hard, and muttering something.

Then he offered a smile.

"Ray. Hi."

He shakes off whatever was on before sipping at his drink and nodding to the other man's.

"Take a load off."

[gone_byebye]

The PKE meter was already off, but the holocomputer was on standby mode, along with the cellular phone and a solar-powered LED flashlight on Ray's kechain. Note the use of the word 'was'.

Ray settles down at one of the stools. "Thanks. How've you been?"

[thegreatmachine]

"I'm the mayor of New York City."

They didn't actually make an adjective for that one. Also curiously lacking in Hallmark cards.

"You?"

[waylostandfound]

Weird politicians from NY unite?

Well, there was a Nathan glancing at some papers at a table near by. One with his picture in an article, and a headline about the Congress race in the upcoming election.

He noticed the vaguely familiar face staring at a cellphone.

"Could never get a signal myself in here," he commented.

[thegreatmachine]

"I'm not really..."

And there's nowhere good this could go.

"Hello, Mister Petrelli," he says with a smile. "How're you doing today?"

[waylostandfound]

"All right I guess." The articles about lagging poll numbers for him in the papers might suggest otherwise.

"How about yourself?"

[thegreatmachine]

"Doing just fine," he admits. "Having a bit of conversation with my friend here about what silent mode means."