[ She pours the wine with a very liberal hand, which is going to suck to suffer through if the wine is bad, but she doesn't expect it to be. She expects it to be incredibly good, because he would have to intentionally create bad wine. Or have too many negative feelings while making it.
Maybe that's why the Singularity is blocked from view. Julie hates it too. She understands.
Setting the bottle back down, she takes one of the glasses and gives it a sniff. She doesn't know jack shit about wine, but she knows that smelling it is somehow very important.
It smells like wine. She doesn't know what she was expecting. ]
Las Vegas. Or, well, I guess technically it was New Vegas by the time I got there, but it's just a name. [ She takes a sip, looks marginally surprised by the taste, then takes a bigger one. ] I mean, it's a real big city, so no, not all of it looks like the club. But Vegas was... it was a really unique place. It's in the middle of the desert, and their whole thing was always that it was a place you could do anything, things there were illegal everywhere else. Gamblin', prostitution, pretty much everythin' you can think of. They called it Sin City. People from all over the world would come to visit it, just to see it.
[ She thinks about how much she's not expressing, how she can't get across the neon and the fountains and the everything in words.
Then she realizes that she doesn't really have to.
Setting down her wine glass, in one hand, she manifests a framed picture, of the most iconic image of the Strip she can remember. In the other, a lit-up toy. She holds both out to him. ]
This is the Strip, one of the most famous streets in the whole world. It's all luxury hotels and casinos and shoppin', and that's where I went to live, that's what everyone comes to see. And this sign, when you get to the city, it's the first thing you see. You can show either of these to almost anyone from my world, and they'll know exactly where you're talkin' about.
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Maybe that's why the Singularity is blocked from view. Julie hates it too. She understands.
Setting the bottle back down, she takes one of the glasses and gives it a sniff. She doesn't know jack shit about wine, but she knows that smelling it is somehow very important.
It smells like wine. She doesn't know what she was expecting. ]
Las Vegas. Or, well, I guess technically it was New Vegas by the time I got there, but it's just a name. [ She takes a sip, looks marginally surprised by the taste, then takes a bigger one. ] I mean, it's a real big city, so no, not all of it looks like the club. But Vegas was... it was a really unique place. It's in the middle of the desert, and their whole thing was always that it was a place you could do anything, things there were illegal everywhere else. Gamblin', prostitution, pretty much everythin' you can think of. They called it Sin City. People from all over the world would come to visit it, just to see it.
[ She thinks about how much she's not expressing, how she can't get across the neon and the fountains and the everything in words.
Then she realizes that she doesn't really have to.
Setting down her wine glass, in one hand, she manifests a framed picture, of the most iconic image of the Strip she can remember. In the other, a lit-up toy. She holds both out to him. ]
This is the Strip, one of the most famous streets in the whole world. It's all luxury hotels and casinos and shoppin', and that's where I went to live, that's what everyone comes to see. And this sign, when you get to the city, it's the first thing you see. You can show either of these to almost anyone from my world, and they'll know exactly where you're talkin' about.