"You're gonna find I'm very stubborn," Cayde replies dryly. And when he gets that date... Oof. But Cayde can't deny, he did ask. He lets out a sigh.
"Alright. Well. That's a fair ways back, I was hoping for post-Mars landing but we can't have everything."
He supposes that the fair thing to do is square up some details of his own.
"I'm an Exo. A couple centuries after you, some real fancy eggheads are gonna decide to build some war robots and upload some human minds into 'em. That's me. A couple more centuries later, solar system civilization has collapsed and some people — still me — have been picked back up from among the dead to go solve problems and protect humanity from very bad things, most of them aliens, most of that by shooting." Cayde mimes a finger gun for emphasis.
"If it makes you feel any better, and it won't, it turns out we Exos are damn complicated and the user manual got lost in the whole collapse of civilization thing. As a Guardian, I had a Ghost. Little drone, good listener, would make with the good, clean high techno magic to patch me back up when I made too many bad choices. Unfortunately for us both, she's not here."
He's not saying she's dead. It's true, but that's not something he's willing to lay out right here right now. This guy doesn't need to know, and Cayde doesn't need to deal with the sting of offered sympathy.
"You get my knee working again, and I'll try and keep this from being a regularly scheduled fun bonding activity we gotta do all the time. Sound like a good deal?"
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"Alright. Well. That's a fair ways back, I was hoping for post-Mars landing but we can't have everything."
He supposes that the fair thing to do is square up some details of his own.
"I'm an Exo. A couple centuries after you, some real fancy eggheads are gonna decide to build some war robots and upload some human minds into 'em. That's me. A couple more centuries later, solar system civilization has collapsed and some people — still me — have been picked back up from among the dead to go solve problems and protect humanity from very bad things, most of them aliens, most of that by shooting." Cayde mimes a finger gun for emphasis.
"If it makes you feel any better, and it won't, it turns out we Exos are damn complicated and the user manual got lost in the whole collapse of civilization thing. As a Guardian, I had a Ghost. Little drone, good listener, would make with the good, clean high techno magic to patch me back up when I made too many bad choices. Unfortunately for us both, she's not here."
He's not saying she's dead. It's true, but that's not something he's willing to lay out right here right now. This guy doesn't need to know, and Cayde doesn't need to deal with the sting of offered sympathy.
"You get my knee working again, and I'll try and keep this from being a regularly scheduled fun bonding activity we gotta do all the time. Sound like a good deal?"