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Sparky Repairs, Late Friday/Early Saturday

John walks Rosette through the front door, after unlocking it and giving the high sign to Register.

In the back room (the one next to the still) is a couchbed and a tv with a stack of movies.

"I had fun."

Becasue his suitjacket was around a certain nun, he grabs a blanket and curls up a bit on the couchbed.

If they're lucky, no one will wake them up early, since they're waaaay in the back. Emo stands guard while Goth is busy designing hoodies for dingbots.

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Rosette gulped ~~down the urge to shoot him in the foot for calling her any other variation of Rosette other than the right one~~. "What do you mean?"

John sighed. "In the future, I send someone back in time to protect me. That man becomes my father. God, this soudns like such crap, every time I say it." He sighs.

"In the future, we give access to teh nukes to the computers. The computers become sentient, and nuke us humans. I stop 'em. Soemhow."

Rosette frowned, deeply, worried. "Nukes? Computers?" She lowered her head, suddenly feeling embarrassed and useless. "Sorry. I have enough trouble trying to get to know all new things in this future, much less one beyond this one..."

"Wait, you're not here from now-ish?"

"Oh, come on. You didn't think I was clueless about so many things because just because I was clueless, did you?"

She gulped, her voice taking on a worried tone. "You didn't, did you?"

"I figured you were a nun. I mean, it's not like nuns have the internet and cable, do they? It's a convent, not a resort."

Rosette's palm met her forehead. "What the hell's the internet?"

"Okay, wow. Do you know what computers are? Calculators? Cars?" John was smiling again, a little.

"The last one," Rosette said, pointing out a finger. blushing considerably. Oh, yes. She knew cars quite well. Especially how to crash and ruin them with pizzazz and style. "I, uh, I'm surprised I haven't mentioned this to you yet. I came here from 1926..."

Actually, she felt a little better about this. If John figured her ignorance was just a nun thing and not because she was from eighty years on into the past, then maybe she really had been assimilating to this time as well as she'd been trying.

"Ah. Wow. So... I've been hitting on a nun who's about... what, a hunnerd?"

John sits down at this. Wait. He's already sitting. He somehow sits more.

"Hooookay. Um. In about the 50s, they develop a machine that can add and subtract, multiply, divide, et cetera. They keep developing it, and the technology, so it's faster, can do more different things, and smaller. The brains are called chips. These chips are now so small that they can fit unbelieveable amounts on your fingernail."

John shifts slightly. "They're called computers. You can send a letter to someone across the world in seconds, because it's not really there. It's data. Um. It's like sending the words on a page without sending the paper, sorta. Crap. I'll have to show you what one does, later. Anyways."

"People can design all sorts of things with computers, and they basically run things. Banking, business inventory, all sorts. The military put chips in rockets, so you can fire rockets and hitsomething hundreds of miles away and be accurate to about a foot."

"During Dubya Dubya Two, we figure out how to fit about a thousand truckloads of dynamite into a single bomb. They're nukes. Nuclear weapons. They split the atom."

John sighed. "And in my future, we give the codes to fire the nukes to the computers, and we advance computer technology to the point where the machines can think for themselves. They use the nukes against us... and that's where I come in. Or will come in."

It's a big speech. He grabs for his glass of vodka. "You want a refil?"

Wide-eyed, Rosette clumbsily grabbed for a cup and practically shoved it at him. "Yis'please."

Talk about your crash-course in Apocalyptic Technology 101. She looked rather pale, flabberghasted, astounded. "So all those people saying that all the industry and the development of machines would ruin us, all the way back in my time, were actually on the right track?"

Although, she figured, this definately probably wasn't how they'd ever had imagined it, and it certainly didn't happen as soon as they thought, either, if she'd gone this far and it still hadn't happened.

"Yes and no." He takes her cup and fills the both of them from his special cranberry jug thta wasn't for public consumption. Yet.

"We're stupid, y'know. Playing with things we half understand." he hands her her cup back and drains abotu half of his. "And--wow, this is better than I thought. Um. Here's the thing. Computers? Not bad. Not good. Just a tool. They help design new car, can help doctors with surgeries, help people communicate, all sorts of things. And then there's robots, anything from a welder in a factory to something human shaped."

He sips again. "And that's where I come in. THe computers control the factory, tehyr'e all linked together through the Internet, and they start making human-killing robots to take up where the nukes left off. I"ve encountered two. Well, three. sorta."

Sip. "They sent one back in time to kill my mom before she had me. We sent in someone to protect her. And then, a few years ago, they sent another robot to kill me, and we sent a robot to kill that robot. So... yeah. Killer time-travelling human-looking robots. ANd now I have one teaching me Ethics."

Rosette was definately drinking her vodka in greater portions than just sips. She peered over the edge of her glass at John as she talked, sucking it down continually.

She had no words.

Okay. Maybe two.

"...Holy shit..."

"I hope that's not a comment on the vodka, else you're cut off," John said with a wry grin.

Rosette smiled back, although she felt a little awkward smiling after an info dump like that. But if John could smile, however dry or ironic it may be, then it would be okay.

"If it was for the vodka," she assured him, "it would be a statement intended in a complimenting way, I swear."

"So what's your story?"

Rosette sighed, lowering her glass and looking into it for a moment, thoughtfully. She was hesitant, but she recognized the fact that it would only be fair to tell him. Even if it would probably make her sound crazy...

"Well, I grew up in an orphanage in Michigan with my younger brother, Joshua. But Joshua was...Joshua is pretty special. Too special, though, because he caught the attention of some of the wrong people. Joshua's what the Order calls an Apostle, one of twelve very special children given very special gifts, and, well, they're gifts that a certain band of demons hope to use for their own advantage. Joshua was..." she sucked in a breath. "He was weakened whenever he used his gift; he wanted to be strong...and the demons promised him strength. They..." Teeth clenched tightly, Rosette balled her free hand into a fist, lower her head as she tried to keep her anger in check. "Fucking bastards seduced him to their side, romanced him with ideas of power and glory....They gave him...they fucking gave him horns, bastardized my brother into one of them, just so they could use him as a pawn in their sick, twisted little games!"

Oh, God, she was crying. She didn't want to cry, but she was so...so...so angry, so furious. She let out a gasp, pushed past it. "I was twelve at the time; that's when I met Father Remington and he told me about the Magdalene Order and their work, trying to get these demons for quite some time. He told me that I could join them, learn all I could about the demons, and help to save Joshua. Especially since....since...."

"The horns were Chrono's. They'be been removed from him a long time ago, so he couldn't use his powers, but Aion, he leads those fucking bastards, kept them, and used them on Joshua. After Joshua, Chrono and I had become friends." She sucked in a sharp breath. "Another reason I joined the Order...Chrono could help us. There was a way Chrono could use his powers so we could get Joshua back." Her hands slowly drifted up to the large watch hanging around her neck, eventually grasping it tightly. "He had to make a bond with someone; that someone could give Chrono his powers...in sacrifice for her own life."

"I trust you can figure out who that someone ended up being. Anytime Chrono needs to go full demon, he can only do so through me. He gets his power through my life..."

Rosette's eyes were filled with tears again, and she shook her head a little. "I'll be lucky if I live to see thirty...But that's okay. Just so long as it works, just as long as we can get Joshua back, then it will have all been worth it..."

JOhn, drunk and recognizing a kindred soul, reached over and gave her a hug.

Rosette was very receptive to hugs right now, definately, clinging to him and glaring into his shoulder. "As soon as I'm done with the missionary crap on this island, I'm going to kick me some major demon ass..."

"Hey, you need help, lemme know. I don't do too well against demons, though."

"What about your Super Soaker?" she asked.

"I've yet to use it on a demon. Last time I fought a demon, it was a fist fight. Nearly dislocated my shoulder." John broke the embrace to massage his shoulder.

"I don't recommend it."

Rosette's jaw may have slackened a bit as she stared, wide-eyed, at him. "You got in a fist fight with a demon?" All the demons she ever faced were brutal; there was a reason they fought them with guns.

"Half demon. One of the students. I didn't know it was him, thought it was one of the robots. Had a nightmare, kinda turned into a wakemare. It wasn't pretty. I..." He turned away. "I knocked out two of my roommates, too. I cut down the Delicate Flowers of Koala."

"Oh." Rosette seemed a triffle bit disappointed that it was only half, but the thoughts on it were cut short by the rest of what John said. "Were they...were they okay?"

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