The real world that's closer to my world than yours. We don't have magic, Beckett. We have science and technology. No magical elements. Drugs? Chemicals? Sure. Monsters from the depths? No.
Frankly, you don't know what you have. Humans in my world - perfectly capable and intelligent humans - have lived for thousands of years with no knowledge of my kind. And either way - [he takes a breath in through the nose. Calm down. Talk sense.]
Either way, I hardly think you know more about robots and whatever it is we have here than you know about the supernatural. So let's both try to get past our biases and look at what's there, not what we're used to seeing.
House has no shame. What is this concept you speak of?
What's there is a giant freaking machine that kills you and brings you back to life. Or at least the kills you part. Maybe he's got buddies that handle the 'back to life' part. It sucks. It hurts. I'm hanging up unless you have something to contribute here. I'll get back to you once I have my meds, R.L. Stein.
[House just grunts noncommittally before shutting off his tablet. It's probably more of an indication of how broken he is than he'd like. He doesn't have the energy to pretend at the moment.]
He is TOTALLY genreshaming
FOR SHAME
Either way, I hardly think you know more about robots and whatever it is we have here than you know about the supernatural. So let's both try to get past our biases and look at what's there, not what we're used to seeing.
House has no shame. What is this concept you speak of?
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I'm going to speak with Angel about this. She has theories of her own. Would you like to be in the loop? I'm being exceptionally considerate here.
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[He'll even leave out calling Angel by a nasty name. Isn't he considerate?]
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I'll tell her you said so. I'm sure she'll be relieved.
[And after a moment, because hella broken actually:]
Thank you. Try not to die anytime soon.
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