You'll have a hard time convincing Astrid that things aren't going to get better for her and the Bishops and Donald. Her optimism can't be killed by something as inconsequential as a 20-year occupation from the future. Pshaw, sez she. Pshaw and fie.
"That's right," she answers. "We have to stick to that."
See?
She's driving them into a residential district, now, one that seems to have survived relatively intact, if a bit... dirty. Even after the atmospheric degradation engines were dismantled and the sun came out again, things still looked somehow... dirt-coated, like the tail end of winter, though that won't actually come for another few months. The apartment buildings and duplexes appear to at least be lived in, though.
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"That's right," she answers. "We have to stick to that."
See?
She's driving them into a residential district, now, one that seems to have survived relatively intact, if a bit... dirty. Even after the atmospheric degradation engines were dismantled and the sun came out again, things still looked somehow... dirt-coated, like the tail end of winter, though that won't actually come for another few months. The apartment buildings and duplexes appear to at least be lived in, though.