A genetically engineered bioweapon doesn't quite count as a person, I would say. As such, the standard of treatment you'd expect to receive doesn't apply to me.
I see. Well, have you heard of humans? We spent millions of years evolving until we were smart enough to make guns and start wars. We're all genetically engineered bio weapons.
That's different though, isn't it? Humans are a naturally occurring phenomena, agentic subjects with a choice as to how they behave. They weren't lab created in order to fulfill one purpose, and one alone.
[There's something vaguely disconcerting about that, but for the moment he pushes it back, tries not to think on it for too long.]
It's complicated.
Anyway, I just wanted to ascertain whether you'd made it back to civilisation or chosen to live out your time here in the wilderness. Even if it does seem to be spreading at the moment, what with that greenery cropping up all over the place.
[Forgive him, he's from an scientific facility deep underground, he can't yet determine one plant from another]
[Prior may have noticed his distinctly German accent during previous conversations, though it comes as no particular surprised to Giovanni that he was unaware of the plant's cultural relevance-- he's always been set apart from the rest of world, created in Germany yes but existing in a contained space that normal culture cannot reach. And besides, his version of Germany exists in a post-apocalyptic future, a world steeped permanently in winter thanks to the environmental crimes of their forebears-- in all likeliness he'd know nothing of the old customs even if he did lead a normal life.]
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It's complicated.
Anyway, I just wanted to ascertain whether you'd made it back to civilisation or chosen to live out your time here in the wilderness. Even if it does seem to be spreading at the moment, what with that greenery cropping up all over the place.
[Forgive him, he's from an scientific facility deep underground, he can't yet determine one plant from another]
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[Prior may have noticed his distinctly German accent during previous conversations, though it comes as no particular surprised to Giovanni that he was unaware of the plant's cultural relevance-- he's always been set apart from the rest of world, created in Germany yes but existing in a contained space that normal culture cannot reach. And besides, his version of Germany exists in a post-apocalyptic future, a world steeped permanently in winter thanks to the environmental crimes of their forebears-- in all likeliness he'd know nothing of the old customs even if he did lead a normal life.]
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[You know, in a way that isn't especially funny at all.]
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You've never had Christmas?
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And no, I can't say I have. I've never so much as heard the word, until now.
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I suppose your line of work didn't come with much of a holiday plan. That's what it is - a holiday.
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And there we have it, then. Tools of war don't get days off, let alone holidays.
[A little downtime, snatched hours here and there, but not much]
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[A genuine question-- he really has no idea what he ought to expect.]