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I got a thing from Retrospec.

It's uh.

...

Hang on.

[A minute later a photo of an absolutely ridiculous looking steampunk shotgun sitting on her coffee table comes through.]

UH

Strike the 'getting used to this' comment.

Okay. Before I assume, what's the question?

Well
My question is.

What the hell do I do with it?
I mean
I guess it's mine
But I can't exactly go get a gun license for my insane steampunk monstrosity of a shotgun.

Also I think it fires bullets from those new vending machines. The lightning ones.

So. If you're okay with it getting confiscated for a few days. Literally anything we've tried to register through the Public Safety Office has gotten confiscated, but then Retrospec somehow gets their hands on it again and you get it back in the mail with a registration filled out. Doesn't matter how ridiculous it is.

I recommend the Deadeye Range's gun safety course even if you just intend to stick the thing in a closet and not use it.

They'll give me a registration for this?
I mean
I've been poking at it.
(It's not loaded)
And if I'm right it's...uh

High capacity?
And semi-automatic.
And all kinds of illegal.

And it shoots lightning bullets.

Fucking christ, Retrospec. Outdone themselves this time.

So here's the thing. By all rights, it should get confiscated. The handgun that Retrospec sent me did, even though it's a regular gun model that already existed in this world, just because I didn't have the permit for it.

But it's as if Retrospec can't let us not have these things. The simplest answer is just that Maurice fills out a bogus registration and sends it back to you. I don't understand why, but it's like the 'sleepers' will stop paying attention to it at that point.

Great.
Because that makes sense.

Ugh

I don't even like guns

I hate that Retrospec keeps forcing these things on everyone. Especially people too young, or who honestly don't want it.

The best we can do is make sure everyone's being safe.

You okay?

Eh
I'll be okay.
Just

Retrospec went from never sending me anything
To sending me a doll
And then a shotgun.

Just
What

So. A shotgun. And the bullets for it are purchasable in vending machines.

Which. Can we talk about that for a minute? You missed that day at the office. I pass a vending machine for bullets. A vending machine for bullets with a clown on it. On my way in to work. I am all prepared to report it only to find another one right up the block from the department and a coworker buying stuff out of it!

Those things have been popping up around the city yeah
I mean, they sell other stuff too but
Bullets.

They're from Rapture though
The machines.
I remember seeing one.

Rapture. You remembered the place the person Retrospec is showing you was from?

Is it a city or a world, or what is it you remember?

Oh. Yes.

Well the name at least.

It's a city on the bottom of the sea.
Run by some kind of objectivist lunatic.

That's.

I don't know how to properly react to this, because I want to say 'amazing' and 'unfortunate' at the same time, and neither reaction sounds like enough.

The bottom of the sea. Wait, how do you live down there? Let alone how do you build the city?

'I don't know how to properly react to this'
Is the subtitle of my autobiography at this point.

I don't know.
I think she was born there
The other me.
So they built it before the 40s at least?
But it doesn't make sense how.

I keep wanting to figure it out but I don't know enough to actually do it.

Wait, 1940's? The other Eleanor is from that far back?

We've already supposed that most people aren't coming from the same place, the same planet, but that's really really far from what anybody's said before.

I think so
Or the fifties I'm not sure of the date.
None of the memories have been very specific, unfortunately.

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