text; @trevor.belmont

[doesitanyway]

Greetings, fellow Displaced. I'm Trevor Belmont, and I have a slightly different type of inquiry than the sort I've been seeing 'posted' on here so far.

I haven't found a library or similar resource, and am struggling with learning relevant information using the network alone. Not facts about our situation, but about this strange future we've found ourselves in. Most people here seem to be from far further along than I am, enough to work the facilities and use a very different vocabulary to mine... I suppose I'm wondering if anyone has the time and inclination to be a tutor, of sorts? Just to explain some of this technology and catch me up on relevant terms and events from the past millennium or so, hopefully enough that I can stop turning every conversation I have into a game of a thousand questions. Folks have been fairly understanding, but it's not ideal.

My only request is that anyone who responds not treat me as a fool or a child. I'm fresh out of the past, not a crib.

I've no way to pay you, yet, but hopefully we can work something out. And I do thank you in advance for your consideration.

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[requiemshark]

Then you're better than all of the commanders I served under.

[ There was only one worth following in the entire goddamn universe and his name had been Hunter. But he'd died in the desert, he'd died with Connie's name and Connie's armor, and he did that alone because his one remaining soldier hadn't been able to walk on his own. Couldn't keep up and so he'd been left behind, to live while his brother died. And now there's no one left but him. Sharkface hates himself for that.

Evil, Trevor calls it, and Sharkface nods. Evil.

Yeah. He was. ]

I don't want to talk about this. [ He finishes his drink with a grimace, wishing it would kick in faster. ] C'mon, ask me something else.

[doesitanyway]

Perhaps. I've very little experience as one but I think I did alright.

[ He doesn't really want to talk about this anymore either, especially as he expects a great deal of his research will have to do with wars and the progressive destruction of this planet. Not pleasant topics. ]

Something else, then. Why did the people of your time leave Earth for other worlds?

[requiemshark]

[ It'd be hard to do worse, Sharkface doesn't say. He just shakes his head. Those are dark thoughts. Bad memories to tread through. ]

Lot of reasons. Some because they wanted a better shot. Thought they'd get a better life if they started out somewhere new. Or they didn't like the politics.

[ It's a vague answer. History was never his strong suit, though. Sharkface shrugs. ]

Same reasons people go anywhere new.