[Voice]

[thelastb1]

[A robotic, yet expressive voice speaks over the radio.]

If I could just ask everybody following this Convoy, for no particular reason...

What's your favorite food?

[There's a pause, before he adds]

Unless you're Akihiko. If you're Akihiko, stop listening. [He means that last part in a sort of tongue-in-cheek way, except that he has neither of those things.]

Comments

[undyingcrow]

So not unlike the foods offered in the mess hall.

[The porridge in particular is just so bland. Akechi may not have strong food preferences, but he has a sophisticated enough palate to recognize lackluster offerings.]

Still, that does leave me curious how different planets' and galaxies' ingredients compare. It's a scale far larger than anything an ordinary earthling could dream of, even with art and media exploring it on a conceptual level.

[thelastb1]

You'd be surprised how small the galaxy feels sometimes. [His entire existence has been a string of crazy coincidences. His life entangling with those of people who would become war heroes, stumbling into events of galactic importance, practically being named after the catchphrase of the battle droids only to become the last one. Things that would only seem to make sense if the galaxy was much, much smaller than it actually was. It's almost enough to make one think their life is just a part of one of those pieces of art and media, but perhaps that's why his own autobiography is of so much interest to him.]

[undyingcrow]

Then again, it's rather mundane to you, isn't it?

For someone who has only ever known one planet, such a scale extends far beyond my imagination. At most, I've experienced a parallel world born of cognition, but even it was fairly limited in scope.

[If only he could experience it for himself, rather than some vague facsimile in Okumura's Palace...]

[thelastb1]

I don't know about mundane... [There are mundane aspects of his galaxy, people who live mundane lives, but he knows he isn't one of them.]

Compared to that it is, though. [A reality created by thought is something so far out there even his galaxy would consider it fantastical.

Still, he can hear some of that envy.] You know, I was a starship mechanic back home. I could tell you about how they work. Maybe help you jump your planet's technology forward by a few centuries.

[undyingcrow]

[Oho... Opportunities to revolutionize technology? To change the world?

As a child, he would have excitedly jumped at the chance. As a jaded, older teen...

Well, it's still interesting.]

I admit, the subject does fascinate me. If nothing else, it could make for some fascinating conversation topics.