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[timesbureaucrat]

On the top floors of this resort, in the conference rooms and penthouse suites, even now the politicians and diplomats are discussing whether or not they'd like to go gallivanting around our universes, and we aren't allowed even a cursory peep at what they're talking about, much less a formal seat at the table.

[Small grenade of political discontent lobbed, Narvin switches topic.]

Also, I want to make it known preemptively that yes, I am a technician and computer specialist, but no, I will not fix your personal computer, communicator, speeder, spawner, or whatever else you brought with you. I'm a researcher, not a common mechanic. [Actually, he might fix your computer, if he likes you. But Narvin doesn't like many people as a general rule. He also might offer to repair it if he thinks that you might have interesting files on your files that he might hack, but that's another matter.]

Comments

[timesbureaucrat]

Una Persson? What kind of a name is that? You might as well call yourself Ima Human.

[una_persson]

Gosh, I've never heard that before.

[Though it's pretty clear she's gotten it dozens of times at least.]

It's Swedish. Not that that probably makes a difference one way or the other to you.

[timesbureaucrat]

It's a ridiculous name, Swedish or not. Goodness knows what your parents were thinking.

[Says the man named Narvinektralonum.]

[una_persson]

Unfortunately no one is in any position to ask them anymore, since they died years ago.

[timesbureaucrat]

Ah.

[Awkward pause.]

Well...my condolences.

[Another pause.]

But it's still a ridiculous name.

[una_persson]

It was a long time ago.

[A pause.]

And you're still a prat, so call it even.