This is an idea I've been bouncing around for a while, but not getting 
anywhere.

See what you make of it.

(Explanations after the scene.)

Sylia leant back in the chair, looking out the window of the coffee 
shop. It was a little slice of bliss in an otherwise hectic day. She was 
up to her ears in paperwork- the IRS had found out about some of her 
holdings, and weren't amused- but she was here, with a triple espresso 
and a cigarette. Perfect.

One thing she really enjoyed was watching the people as they went past. 
Ants. Exactly how she saw most people. Their thought processes were so 
similar... hurry, hurry, scramble, get into the car (as opposed to 
scurry, scurry, climb, get into the sandwiches). It was one of the few 
things that amused her- that and the fact that they had a lot fewer 
knees to keep control of. 

But then she saw something that completely threw her. 

In fact, it caused her to spit some of her coffee back into the cup.

Downing it, she stood up quickly, and marched outof the shop to confront 
a man in the street.

"You've got one hell of a nerve, showing up like this," She said, 
staring him in the eye. She knew he wouldn't do anything in the street.  
Not with all these people around.

The man looked at her with a gaze of polite incomprehension. "Do I know 
you?"

"Know me? I should damn well think so, Largo!"

"Largo? Is that what my name is?"



Right... this is before Crash. Largo was not destroyed by the satellite 
attack. He was, though, severely damaged, and while regenerating, things 
went wrong. I'm assuming a nanite system for his regeneration, and they 
improvised in the reconstruction of his brain. He has no memory of who 
he is, what he's done... in fact, he doesn't even know he's a boomer. 
What happens next is up to you.

 

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