[ Wrench was expecting a reaction because, you know, didn't take a fucking genius to spot Heine's condition. He was not expecting this kind of reaction and his body did a side-step lean sort of thing before he flicked his attention to the sun for a moment. Was that what he was talking about or like the general fucking sky or some building or fucking what? ] What, that? [ he emphasized his words with a point of his finger toward the sun, he guessed. ] Good question, actually. Uh, I guess it depends on if you believe anything here is real. [ Sorry to get existential again ] but in terms of 'is that a fucking sun' or whatever, yeah. Real enough.

[ If none of this was real than everything was real, right? Some bullshit like that. Anyhow, he was just about to pick up his feet again when they got talking about the whole different timelines thing once more. Sounded like this guy was from far into the future. An 'aaah' filtered through his modulator as one or two things clicked into place. ] You really never seen any of this before? [ This coming with a generic handwave to... everything. But then... wait— his body stopped abruptly. Exclamation marks rang up on his display. ] Whoa, hold on did you say— [ a year that's absurdly long into the future. god bless vague timelines right? ] What's it like?

[ Did they win?? They probably didn't win. Please don't tell him its overwrought with capitalist pigs and data mining corporations... which is very probable. ]