<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nGZEM95.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan Choi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters, Hospital Area<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 weeks after Epochalypse, 2 Days Before First Mission<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shvaughn Erin, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“There is of course the option of wearing a helmet or some sort of armor”</strong>As Ryan spoke, he mimed the motion of putting his own protected cowl on. It might not be able to stop a disintegration ray, but it could at least keep him safe from a small caliber bullet or two. The words tried to walk the line being teasing the women from the future and reassuring that the present wasn’t quite as deadly as she might have thought. Though he did realize that if ever wanted to truly terrify Erin he could just recount tales of how wounds were fixed less than a century before.<em>Those</em>were some truly barbaric ways of healing.<br/><br/>There were many things Professor Ryan Choi was knowledgeable in. Reading women was not among that pool of literacy. Not that he was much more skilled in knowing the inner workings of most people, but attractive women always perplexed him. Nothing quite making sense in the mind that prided logic above all; It wasn’t that they were illogical, rather than he found himself struggling with acting logically. The glancing down, the finger twirling in her hair, he couldn’t decipher. Where those subtle clues of attraction, showing deference? Perhaps disinterest by distancing herself and hiding herself? Some social cues from a millennia in the future that meant nothing to him? Or perhaps, most logically, it meant nothing and was just idle fidgeting that Ryan was reading too much into.<br/><br/><strong>“I feel like I’m constantly the bearer of bad news about this time for you; there aren’t really tour bots to show you around just yet.”</strong>There was an apologetic shrug of his shoulders at that. If he’d come from a future seemingly as impressive as the one Shvaughn came from, he’d have been just as disappointed.<strong>“I mean, we have robotics and AI advanced enough to do that, even some that are above human levels. But like alot of our advanced tech, we’re often unable to make it at any sort of scale. The materials are too rare, it requires too much work on individual components, things like that.”</strong>A tap at his own belt proved a perfect example of what he meant.<strong>“This is one of a half dozen. It’s incredibly difficult to get the material that power them; white dwarf stars aren’t the easiest thing in the world to mine.”</strong>