<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119103.msg5204047#msg5204047">Quote from: Wintercat on 13-09-2011, 20:20:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>What he had to say seemed to shock the woman, the african-american fellow laughing lightly at that as he headed off. "Looks like he got your tongue stuck, doc." The way he headed off cheerfully, it seemed obvious the two did not get along too well. As he was going, the woman frowned, closing the door after him and approaching Paradox.<br/><br/>"We need some answers and we are not exactly sure what you are. Your flight path was ballistic and got a lot of people rattled and scared, and now they want to find out what exactly it was. We found you at the site, and with that outfit that is definitely beyond bizarre. It has not been removed, don't worry." As she said this she watched him warily. "And yes, we wonder what your part in all this is, so we would like to know a few things."<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed a bit more at the comment about the sky, sighing and looking outside. "The sky is beautiful but it has been that way for a while. We cant see the stars from all the light-pollution at night, but its still impressive." She shrugged. "But I find you more impressive, or at least your gear. What is it?"<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"<strong>To me, it sounds like you all couldn't remove it.</strong>" he chuckles. The questions, honestly, made him squirm a bit. He can't help but think of the next 65 years of human history that he's learned and witnessed. The Metahuman Registration Act. The Sterilizations. The Work Camps. The Second Civil War. The Purity Councils. The Global Riots of the 2030's. The Beast. World War 3. The Purgings.<br/><br/>War. Death. Genocide. Oppression. Then the big one. The Half-Hour War of 2077.<br/><br/>He considers blowing her off, she was the type to burn the sky for some credits. Then he considers better.<br/><br/>If he was going to take a hammer to the next horrible steps of human history and to mankind's extinction, he had to start somewhere and Temporal Paradox be damned.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ballistic. Nice way of saying I was crashing.</strong>" he remarks, "<strong>And for the record, I liked Carter more then I like you.</strong>"<br/><br/>Taking a sigh, he comes out and says it.<br/><br/>"<strong>It's basically a flight suit, like the ones your military pilots fly but with a few extras compared to your technology. It breaks down my bodily waste and uses it to power and repair itself for example.</strong>" he replies, finally pulling from the image of the sky. The tears were never more visible, he wipes them away with a sniff of his nose.<br/><br/>"<strong>My name is J7 and I from the year 2284.</strong>"