[hr][center][color=#4dff4d][h1]Benji Baker[/h1][/color][h3][hr]The Living Area[/h3][/center][hr]
[indent][color=#4dff4d]"Um, Mr. Rend are you some kind of replacement?"[/color] Benji was not one to speak with ill intent, though that was blunt for him. [color=#4dff4d]"N-No, that was sort of mean, but you are the elephant in the room..."[/color] Still no good. He shifted uncomfortably against the leather couch, trying to sit up as straight as possible, but at the same time fidgeting. It was then that Benji regretted his choice of a starting topic. Yet he realized there come a time when someone would pop the question. How was he going to say it nicely? How was Benji going to say, [i]'Wait are you lost? Do you belong here? Why?'[/i], nicely. The doctor did not schedule the meeting in hopes to find an interrogation with the once wealthy famed businessman, though he feared now that he had set the tone for it. Benji's eyes ventured off to scan the room even if he had entered it maybe times, scattered glances helped the temptation to stare into a menacing glace. There before the crowd of a crew a flat screen holographic television, computed and stored within programing of various movies of the sorts, mainly classics just like the books in the library. It seemed that Cryonautics liked that type of thing, the classics- humanity's most ionic pieces of art. They had a point however, when preserving humanity up in the stars, why not bring the greatest parts of them up there. Well, that's debatable. 

Perhaps Mr. Rend found no offense to Benji's pointing the obvious of claiming the businessman to be the stick in the mud. Benji did not dislike the man, though he never dislikes like anyone, but to Benji Mr. Rend is a mystery, everything about him. He is portrayed as a rich-selfish-cold-callous-person who spits on peasants. But Benji will not let camera lenses and TV screens determine his view of the man before meeting and interaction with him on his own. Although, Benji never understood the concept and reality of a wealthy lifestyle. The doctor very well knew that he would not have the capability to withstand the demands his generous urges. Yet, retreating back to the subject of Mr. Rend specifically, questioning the man directly was not Benji's original plan. But why discuss any other strategy to their situation without answers to a more closer concern. 

Benji is a talkative guy, though he is was silent now. There was no rambling for him, he thought he would make it worse. But really, was any damage done? Maybe, maybe not, though the fact that he has to even wonder, terrifies him. Benji does not want to get on anyone's bad side. Human interaction should be treasured, that is the way he sees it. Why dismantle the irreplaceable? And since they are the last of humanity as they well know it, they should be working together, not against- like a team. Benji has actually thought of team names to call themselves if they ever needed one, you know like some type of super league. The name generating is probably just a product of boredom, but he will entertain the cute thought with someone after the meeting.

And while he was already in his head thinking due to the prolonged absence of sound, Tahlia's words echoed in his mind, they were like both orders and directions to follow a path of progress and focus. Much of this chapter of their lives revolve around the unknown. Yet if all the crew opted to ponder the next three years away, theorizing the truth, eventually they would dwindle down into breathless bodies, being a result of starvation. Focusing on the now, Tahlia snapped Benji into stop being so scattered brained and rambling constantly. 

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