[ The stupid praise brings a sideways smile to his face, clearly entertained as all hell — to the point that it's grappling with his otherwise earnest curiosity. The theory tracks, it absolutely makes sense even if it isn't currently provable. Ian follows the logic sequences all the way up until Nate gestures grandly at— ]
The moon.
[ He states it without inflection, deliberately tonelessly, almost like he wants to make sure he didn't mishear something Nate didn't actually say out loud.
It may just be a product of his 21st century brain having a hard time immediately digesting it as a viable possibility, you'll have to forgive him Nate. ]
You think there's a secret knowledge archive... on the moon.
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Date: 2020-12-03 12:13 am (UTC)The moon.
[ He states it without inflection, deliberately tonelessly, almost like he wants to make sure he didn't mishear something Nate didn't actually say out loud.
It may just be a product of his 21st century brain having a hard time immediately digesting it as a viable possibility, you'll have to forgive him Nate. ]
You think there's a secret knowledge archive... on the moon.
[ Somebody pause the Cranberries. ]