[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]

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.