Five years later
What's your name, vagabond?Where have you been?
What's your aim, vagabond?
What have you seen?
Where do you come from?
And what do you strive?
Come, tell me about a vagabond's life
-Vagabond’s Life, Mono Inc.
Five years. Five years since his machine broke down. Where he was stranded is of no consequence to this tale. Only that he missed his friends. He could watch, even write letters, but not pass through that glowing portal to dance with his companions again. Lunar-san. The Sheriff. Herr Baron. The Clockwinder. Lady Gabi. Even the scamps. All of them.
After all this time...she still shut the door in my face.
His lab coat and goggles hung on the post by the door. The pictures of his children sat on his desk, collecting dust. He took a job doing what he always did best, and that was writing.
It paid well, and he did good by his work. But he felt isolated. He watched a cluster of worlds filled with car chases and gunfights. He tapped his pen in thought.
Perhaps they need a Doctor?
He had to learn how to use this new equipment. Steam. Discord. TOKO VOIP. 5M.
Back home, speaking instead of signing text was optional, and not even feasible in some regions, possibly even considered rude. He would be required to speak. He would be expected to allow cameras over his shoulder.
What if my skills aren’t up to their standards? What if they dismiss me as an outdated eccentric? What if they think me a lunatic and lock me away?
Will my children find a home here as well? What of the Founder?
Five days later, he felt a lump in his throat as he opened the letter with shaking hands.
Thank you for your interest in a position with Benefactor Medical Group. Please reach out to schedule an interview with me and discuss next steps in the selection process.
- Dr. Ducksworth
As he waited for the new machine to be delivered, he dusted off his lab coat and wrote to his friends.
Five years later is as good a time as any to start all over again.
- Dr. Mason
What's your aim, vagabond?
What have you seen?
Where do you come from?
And what do you strive?
Come, tell me about a vagabond's life
-Vagabond’s Life, Mono Inc.
Five years. Five years since his machine broke down. Where he was stranded is of no consequence to this tale. Only that he missed his friends. He could watch, even write letters, but not pass through that glowing portal to dance with his companions again. Lunar-san. The Sheriff. Herr Baron. The Clockwinder. Lady Gabi. Even the scamps. All of them.
After all this time...she still shut the door in my face.
His lab coat and goggles hung on the post by the door. The pictures of his children sat on his desk, collecting dust. He took a job doing what he always did best, and that was writing.
It paid well, and he did good by his work. But he felt isolated. He watched a cluster of worlds filled with car chases and gunfights. He tapped his pen in thought.
Perhaps they need a Doctor?
He had to learn how to use this new equipment. Steam. Discord. TOKO VOIP. 5M.
Back home, speaking instead of signing text was optional, and not even feasible in some regions, possibly even considered rude. He would be required to speak. He would be expected to allow cameras over his shoulder.
What if my skills aren’t up to their standards? What if they dismiss me as an outdated eccentric? What if they think me a lunatic and lock me away?
Will my children find a home here as well? What of the Founder?
Five days later, he felt a lump in his throat as he opened the letter with shaking hands.
Thank you for your interest in a position with Benefactor Medical Group. Please reach out to schedule an interview with me and discuss next steps in the selection process.
- Dr. Ducksworth
As he waited for the new machine to be delivered, he dusted off his lab coat and wrote to his friends.
Five years later is as good a time as any to start all over again.
- Dr. Mason
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