"So how are things?" Oshujon and I had once again reintegrated to society. We got a personal escort from the apologetic machines to a remote outpost so that we wouldn't be thought of as machine traitors, and from there a week's journey back to regular space. Thankfully he was wearing clothes, and his swords had somehow become pistols. I didn't ask he seemed fine not to explain.
"This universe is everything that I found distasteful before, we used to put people to death for the very things you guys embrace."
"So good then?" He frowned.
"You're very much like Trezlan, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
"I've heard that from my father once, he didn't know either."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Drink myself stupid try and get one with my life."
"Don't you have a higher goal, something to attain? It seems like you're driftless." We were at a cafe drinking coffee. I hadn't really thought of the aimlessness, but I kind of knew it was a thing I should be working on.
"Well no I don't, but you know there was a war and..."
"Been over for a while, I think you lack structure because its easier to do nothing and succeed than do something and fail."
"You're an asshole!" I got up and left him there at the table. He wasn't wrong mind you, but I would be damned if some long dormant concept of justice would tell me what to do in my life!
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