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[Felix is sitting for this one, his lower body hidden, but the sharp-eyed might notice that his crutch is nowhere in sight. His uniform is also gone for good (for now). He's at the long metal table in his barracks, and the surface is absolutely covered with wires, cables, microchips... It looks like he's dismantled an entire fleet's worth of communicators.

He seems a little annoyed about it.]

Does anyone have a spare computer they could lend me? Or even just a motherboard and a serial port connector cable.

[Private to Dr. McCoy]

I think I'm starting to get the hang of it now, Doc. I... thank you, really. It's a big improvement.

[Private to Sarah Connor]

You said you're Gaius's Warden, didn't you? We should talk sometime.

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[Dean is in a similar position, albeit with supernatural beings and not androids; he's outnumbered, here, and potentially at the mercy of something he should be hunting for fulfillment of his Warden deal. He'll bend those rules eventually, he can't not, but he's gotta learn how to play 'em straight before he can find the loopholes.

He quirks an eyebrow, but not necessarily disbelieving; his own voice is tight with disapproval over the idea of humans being wiped out by non-humans.]

They sound like real people-toasters. I always knew the internet was evil.

So, you're obviously still kicking around. Humans're hard to put down no matter where they are, huh?

Toasters. [Felix is still all about composure on his end, but he lets out a quiet sound of bemusement at that.] That's what we call them. Not really, of course. Officially, they're known as Cylons. But on Galactica, it's toasters.

Or it used to be, anyway. [Something in his face slips for half a second, but that's something he doesn't quite feel like talking about right now, so he shakes it off and presses on.] And yes, I guess so. I managed to live for four years after the initial attack, and there are still about 36,000 left, as far as I know.

[Dean gives that name some thought, but ultimately has to shake his head; he's never heard of cylons. Not that he's necessarily surprised by this, and he doesn't say anything, but there it is.

The hunter quirks an eyebrow at the slip, but they don't know each other very well, so he lets it go for now, too. Besides, Felix said something else he can jump on for the time being.]

Initial attack? [He repeats, leaning back in his chair. He hasn't got anything else more important to do, no inmate to check on or job to do or brother to wrangle, so he might as well learn someone else's history. It sounds like a whacked out sci-fi movie, though he doesn't say that.] So it's been recent for you. 36k what - humans? Cylons?

If four years could be called "recent," I suppose... Believe me, it feels like a lifetime ago. Five lifetimes. [He rubs the bridge of his nose, looking weary.] 36,000 humans. Frak knows how many Cylons. They were essentially unlimited, until recently. Now they claim they can't reproduce anymore.

[Dean can kinda see that. He raises an eyebrow at reproduce but... he's not really interested in that right now. Maybe soon, for the novelty of it. Instead:]

You said you assisted some President something or other. What's a guy assist the good ol' White House with in a population less than Rhode Island?

[The words are as garbled as ever, but the question is clear enough, and it brings up a bitterness that even Felix's control can't clamp down on easily. Gods, the things he did for President Baltar, the things he watched...]

You'd be amazed.

[Dean's habit of mixing and matching slang has vexed people before Felix, people from his same world, and probably will after; the young hunter hasn't much noticed, then, now, or ever. He shrugs, unfazed.]

Maybe, maybe not. If that shit you were talking about earlier is any indication, though, probably just bored.

So c'mon. Which is it?

Trust me, Dean.

[Which is pretty much said in tones of, the hell drop it or I'm turning off the communicator.]

[Shockingly, Dean does know how to take a hint; he opens his mouth to make some kind of pun, probably, on the wording, but the look on Felix's face stops him. He closes his mouth without saying anything, and glances off screen, one hand coming up to scrub at the back of his neck uncertainly.

Fuck it.]

We don't have androids that I'm aware of, but we got other shit, back where I come from.

[Good boy.] Like what? What sort of, uh... shit?

[Strange. Dean was okay with initiating it as a kind of dismissal, but now Felix actually picked it up instead, because of course one does, and the young hunter finds himself balking.

It's not that he cares whether or not Felix thinks he's crazy (and he probably will). It's just that he was raised not to talk about it unless it's with other hunters.

So he turns the nosewrinkle into a small, sly smile. Maybe Felix will think he's dicking with him for a laugh.]

You know. Stuff. Do they have ghost stories where you come from?

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