Emerick could tell that the man meant what he said and he let go his anxious concerns. He'd always been light of foot because of the way he was raised, but the idea that he snuck up and surprised someone made him uncomfortable. He only ever intentionally snuck around when he was breaking in somewhere to find evidence for a story. He spent his life being the punching bag, it was never his goal to be the bully.
"I don't think I've ever seen a city so desolate." More quietly, he continued, "granted I never really left my home. Before now." Five million people in 30 square miles in 2020, who knew how many in 2045. It would be impossible for Night City to feel this empty, even if most of the population listened to a curfew order and stayed inside.
"It is weird that there's no birds. I'm used to seagulls getting into everything and stealing food from tourists." He glanced up toward the sky, hoping that a bird would lazily glide through his vision. Even if he strained his cyberware he couldn't hear any bird song or calls, or much else for that matter. He never thought the silence would bother him so much.
"I and someone else tried to sift through the records in the city hall to find anything but all of the pages inside seemed to be blank. We couldn't find anything to indicate where we are, or what's happened, or where everyone went." Perhaps the other man didn't care to hear all of this but for as smart as Emerick was, he couldn't piece anything together. He had gotten to the point that he wanted to share what he had found with those he ran into just in case someone had a piece of information he'd missed that made it all come together, or vice versa.
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"I don't think I've ever seen a city so desolate." More quietly, he continued, "granted I never really left my home. Before now." Five million people in 30 square miles in 2020, who knew how many in 2045. It would be impossible for Night City to feel this empty, even if most of the population listened to a curfew order and stayed inside.
"It is weird that there's no birds. I'm used to seagulls getting into everything and stealing food from tourists." He glanced up toward the sky, hoping that a bird would lazily glide through his vision. Even if he strained his cyberware he couldn't hear any bird song or calls, or much else for that matter. He never thought the silence would bother him so much.
"I and someone else tried to sift through the records in the city hall to find anything but all of the pages inside seemed to be blank. We couldn't find anything to indicate where we are, or what's happened, or where everyone went." Perhaps the other man didn't care to hear all of this but for as smart as Emerick was, he couldn't piece anything together. He had gotten to the point that he wanted to share what he had found with those he ran into just in case someone had a piece of information he'd missed that made it all come together, or vice versa.