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What about us?
*Shuffles around more of the formerly living dust*
When did you get here?
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What about us?
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How long have you been here? No chance you’ve seen any survivors, assuming there are any?
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You’re standing on, and surrounded by what little remains of the concertgoers.
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No, these would be telling me that you’re standing on a highly concentrated patch of carbon residue.
*Lifts the goggles up and they disappear as quickly as they appeared*
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It’s not you, it’s them.
*Stops and looks at you through the goggles*
Like I said, no way things are organized enough.
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*Slowly spins myself in a circle, looking around with the goggles on*
You could be paid, for all I know. I just know it’s not by anyone here.
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*Looks back at you*
I just mean I doubt you’re getting paid at all.
*A pair of high-tech goggles are summoned into my hands, and I put them on*
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I doubt you lot have organized to that degree.
*Fidgets with a device attached to my wrist*
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You guys have security or policies against it?
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*Stands up and walks toward the center of the wreckage, motioning for you to follow me*
That's okay, I'm sure you lot have surveillance systems in place. I'll need to check those out.