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[the_prisoner]

The sounds were familiar. People, pigeons, the city beyond.

The sun was on his face, grass under him. He had fallen asleep in the park. And all that seemed right.

Until reality started to filter back in. The fact that asleep in the park was not where he was suppose to be.

He shot up, looking around. No, he wasn't wrong. The city peaked above the trees at the far end on the field, a soccer game playing out before him. Everything was so normal.

What the fuck.

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[the_prisoner]

Fast food.

Beautiful, terrible fast food.

"Oh man. Let's get some Mickey D's."

He had not realized how much he missed junk food. While, he had, but in a vague, abstract kind of way.

No, he pretty much just missed junk food. He was just trying to convince himself he didn't.

[ka_mai]

"To the Golden Arches it is, then! There's one down the block from my building. Disgusting stuff, but it's delicious. That and Taco Bell. I swear I can feel it sickening my body as I eat it, but damned if I care!"

It wasn't as though he lived off of the stuff. But it was like nothing he'd ever tasted back home - as was much of the food here in America.

"And of course there's dozens of places that'll just bring you food right to your door, instead of having to go and get it! It's like some god given miracle, when it's ten o'clock at night and you're pleasantly drunk and craving pizza and nothing else. And lo, it can be yours!"

[the_prisoner]

"Ah, you're learning the ways of my people so quickly!"

He laughed as they walk, starting to feel like a weight was lifting off of him. He could still feel the ties, securely, to the other world, but in a good way. Right now, though, it was a beautiful day in New York City, and he was about to eat the first Big Mac he'd had in a long time.

"So what have you been up to? Where are you working?"

As they walked, he looked around and realized that he, too, was gonna have a culture shock. For one, Central Park was beautiful and clean. For two, everyone seemed to have little...calculators with them.

"The hell are those."

[ka_mai]

"I am nothing if not adaptable! And the ways of your people are such attractive ones." And life here was easy, at least compared to the life Bert had lived before. There were machines to do everything, services to tend to every need, miracles were common acts of machinery...

"Whatever I can, mostly! All sorts of odd jobs. Labor work, exercising rich people's horses for'em, tending people's pets... Wealthy folks will pay a damned nice bit of cash, jest for yeh to make sure their animals are played with and walked and pampered when they're at work! Assuming yeh've for the right references."

And Bert always managed to have the right references.

"Hmm? Oh! Those are phones! Mobile ones, they're like little tv internet tablets that can make telephone calls but I hardly see anyone using'em for that."