"I don't think it's going to happen right away, but it is coming." He'd just as soon it didn't, really. For almost all his life planes have been Skynet's weapons, with only a hardy handful of old military aircraft under the Resistance's control. Maybe if airships never get phased out lives could be saved, but they already have their hands full just trying to stop the rise of robotics. Adding aviation to the mix would be biting off more than they can chew, he thinks.
Craning his head, Kyle looks off down to the road in the direction of downtown as Sean grouses about the rich. "Maybe this will make you feel better about them: when J-Day happens, the rich were the first to go. They all fled to their private bunkers, thought they could wait it out, but what none of them counted on was Skynet controlling the life support systems in those bunkers." He smiles mirthlessly. "Something tells me they don't think too far ahead today either, but who knows, maybe fish eggs and snails are just really good." He shrugs, not even remotely grossed out by the prospect of eating either of those things. He's survived on worse.
"Is there any fruit that is in season right now?" He can't help but sound hopeful. "I haven't had any since I was a kid. I remember oranges because you had to peel them before you could eat them. Bananas too, but my favorite was apples. You didn't have to peel those, you could just sit right down and eat one." He squeezes his own sandwich, which is a stub of exactly the same length as Sean's because he's been eating in time with him, holding himself back from the gorging he did in those first few days. "Even if there's not, I'd be just as happy having these. The people who make them are good people, and the girl always puts on extra when she sees you. Is she a friend of yours?"
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Craning his head, Kyle looks off down to the road in the direction of downtown as Sean grouses about the rich. "Maybe this will make you feel better about them: when J-Day happens, the rich were the first to go. They all fled to their private bunkers, thought they could wait it out, but what none of them counted on was Skynet controlling the life support systems in those bunkers." He smiles mirthlessly. "Something tells me they don't think too far ahead today either, but who knows, maybe fish eggs and snails are just really good." He shrugs, not even remotely grossed out by the prospect of eating either of those things. He's survived on worse.
"Is there any fruit that is in season right now?" He can't help but sound hopeful. "I haven't had any since I was a kid. I remember oranges because you had to peel them before you could eat them. Bananas too, but my favorite was apples. You didn't have to peel those, you could just sit right down and eat one." He squeezes his own sandwich, which is a stub of exactly the same length as Sean's because he's been eating in time with him, holding himself back from the gorging he did in those first few days. "Even if there's not, I'd be just as happy having these. The people who make them are good people, and the girl always puts on extra when she sees you. Is she a friend of yours?"