I'd like that a lot, thank you.

I think I'm cursed.

Not being able to leave places. I think I looped around.

I do not know. This just... happens to me.

Goddamnit.

■ He drank it like taking a shot. What the hell is wrong with this place?

■ ..about as much as was wrong with the other place, actually.

□ He doesn't say anything as he takes a sip of his own.

□ ..but the footsteps are coming from /behind/ Lunus.

It's shitty instant coffee, though.

..do they have that in 21XX?

..I, uh, don't have any /big/ mugs. Sorry.

□ Wordlessly, the detective offers a cup of black to Red.

Good morning. Do robots drink coffee?

They shouldn't. But thank you.

□ He just... starts walking directly in the way they pointed.

I have died and come back too many times to care about morality. Give me a direction.

Tell me what direction to go, I'm off.

Wars? Where the hell am I? Can I leave?

So humans /aren't/ extinct and that big one lied.

What the hell is a Reploid?

□ The question answered itself.

It just sounded stupid out loud.

..you could've just said no, then. We would've left it at that.

The normal sized one is you, the unreasonably big one was... well, the massive one-eyed robot.

Well, that robot is reasonably sized. Why the hell was the other one so big?

What the hell does that mean?

..is that your full name?

Oh, hell no. I'd like to be blissfully ignorant on /something./

I'm saying I flat out don't believe you.

Humans are not extinct by 21XX. I refuse to believe that. The last year I remember is 1971, that's only about three generations apart. Nowhere near enough time for humans to go extinct.

How... did I get to the /future?/ I've been to the past, sure, but that's through memories. I can't be remembering a time I won't be alive in.

..what the fuck.

Inquiry? No, I was simply shocked to see such a thing. What... what year is it?

You are right on the money with that one.