"What leg." He knows the cure for that, and it don't come from sittin' in a restaurant or walkin' to the pharmacy or none of that; the little box of pills sits in his shirt pocket and as soon as he gets himself a pen, he'll write March 18 down in the next slot just like a good little boy scout.
But for now, the robot's here with two glasses of Coke, and he wonders where the hell they got those regulation fountain glasses that say Coca-Cola on the side in that flowing script. They still make those things? Or are they antiques? And who really cares? Just strikes him as curious, that's all, the way this place is a combination of futuristic stuff and throwbacks to the past.
Right about now he's feelin' like a throwback himself; he can't help but to laugh a smug little laugh. "Fifteen, Freckles. Fifteen, not sixteen. We only leap ten years at a time."
Ten or seventy.
This is a little more like it, though: sittin' around laughin', havin' something cold to drink, a regular good old time. This puts 'em at what, their third age change in 24 hours or less?
"Bet you the leg'll be fine in a day or two. I ain't even limpin' too bad no more, did you notice?" It's been a little bit of a conscious effort not to, but anything for Freckles. Anything for his girl.
His girl. Well, well. If that ain't about the most perilous territory he's been in since the plane crashed on the damn island, he don't know what is.
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But for now, the robot's here with two glasses of Coke, and he wonders where the hell they got those regulation fountain glasses that say Coca-Cola on the side in that flowing script. They still make those things? Or are they antiques? And who really cares? Just strikes him as curious, that's all, the way this place is a combination of futuristic stuff and throwbacks to the past.
Right about now he's feelin' like a throwback himself; he can't help but to laugh a smug little laugh. "Fifteen, Freckles. Fifteen, not sixteen. We only leap ten years at a time."
Ten or seventy.
This is a little more like it, though: sittin' around laughin', havin' something cold to drink, a regular good old time. This puts 'em at what, their third age change in 24 hours or less?
"Bet you the leg'll be fine in a day or two. I ain't even limpin' too bad no more, did you notice?" It's been a little bit of a conscious effort not to, but anything for Freckles. Anything for his girl.
His girl. Well, well. If that ain't about the most perilous territory he's been in since the plane crashed on the damn island, he don't know what is.