Isaac gently shook his head. He blinked down at his kitchen table where a pile of gears, tools, scraps of metal, and a block of something or other was on. He never used the kitchen table for himself. Some nights he got fancier than his package of noodles and takeout with a home cooked meal but still he parked himself in the living room to eat over a show on the tube or the network. "If you like." He didn't mind smoke. His apartment smelled like a grease shop anyhow. There was one project in the kitchen, another in the living room and even a small one in the bathroom. He'd gotten into taking apart some of the machinery here to see how it works and found it comparable to what he'd know of earth.
Some of it was old machinery, some of it new. But he needed to know more, he wanted to know more. Christ, if the whole planet(x2) was a machine like Tau Volantis and it was just sucking them all in for the ride one by one then he'd be fatefully appropriate for such an end.
Didn't matter where he was, the shit followed him to no end. "I .. I get worse when I drink, I .. hm, it's just not good for me." He shrugged and gestured to her. "But .. I mean, I'm not dangerous.. to you."
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Some of it was old machinery, some of it new. But he needed to know more, he wanted to know more. Christ, if the whole planet(x2) was a machine like Tau Volantis and it was just sucking them all in for the ride one by one then he'd be fatefully appropriate for such an end.
Didn't matter where he was, the shit followed him to no end. "I .. I get worse when I drink, I .. hm, it's just not good for me." He shrugged and gestured to her. "But .. I mean, I'm not dangerous.. to you."