Radio Free Liberty

[DarthBindo]

The man with the ginger hair listened, head nodding slowly. As the last chords echoed, he slowly rose and palmed the jukebox, selecting a song of his own.
He slowly wound back, sipping his beer again.
"Ye must be real. Ye changed yer environment in an unpredictable way. Nae many commercial AI's programmed tae do tha'."
He looked up.
"Good tae see another soul with old tastes. Too many raves an psychedelic clubs an mutable indescribable mental orgies. No, simple and old is best. Like the Book."
Confusion crossed his face, the grizzled 5 o'clock shadow adding to the effect.
"The book? What book? Ach. Nevermind the book, who knows all ai speak?. Who might ye be, and who might ye have come from an when, an what bricked road has life and fortune and the fates set upon ye, oh Barman?"
He scoffed.
"Or are ye the rare sort who makes the roads themself?"
He leaned back, contentment flirting with his face.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|