He doesn't seem to mind the questions, closing his eyes to try and remember the nice things about his home city. It was difficult lately, when he'd sequestered himself so thoroughly for so long. His latest view of Nueva York had been the dark recesses of his lab, replaying scenes of what he lost over and over.
"We do have flying cars." he says, finally. "More of a hassle than the magnetic ones. They may be a bit limited on the tracks, but you get a smooth ride - up into orbit, if you need to."
Right. There was some amount of space colonization that Dan wouldn't know about. He tries not to think too hard about that, either, and Miguel lets his thoughts center on the pleasant scent of the herbal tea.
"I don't have a favorite." he decides. "The gardens and fields sit on plates that cover up the old city in every direction. There's more of it than you know what to do with."
It was a lazy answer. But it was easier than explaining why he kept to his crypt, instead.
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"We do have flying cars." he says, finally. "More of a hassle than the magnetic ones. They may be a bit limited on the tracks, but you get a smooth ride - up into orbit, if you need to."
Right. There was some amount of space colonization that Dan wouldn't know about. He tries not to think too hard about that, either, and Miguel lets his thoughts center on the pleasant scent of the herbal tea.
"I don't have a favorite." he decides. "The gardens and fields sit on plates that cover up the old city in every direction. There's more of it than you know what to do with."
It was a lazy answer. But it was easier than explaining why he kept to his crypt, instead.