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Mr. Universe is downstairs, for the first time in a couple of weeks, having got caught up in whatever's the latest thing to catch his interest.

He has his laptop, of course, and is working intently.

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"You waited to be legal. Admirable patience."

"Well, thanks. And trust me, it was hell."

I smirk.

"Something happen? Or did the boredom just get to you?"

It's just idle curiosity.

"Both and it's all history. A story of death, despair, unacceptance, broken families, and just horrible, close-minded people. That's it, really."

I laugh.

"And quite a story it sounds." He leans back, ignoring the laptop now. "If typical of the human race, from what I've seen."

"Yeah, unfortunetly it is. I won't lie or cover it up. But there are a few people who care. That's guaranteed as well."

"Care about... helping others out? Yes."

"So, I take it, you..are not from Earth."

"Earth's been gone a long long time in my 'verse. We moved up and out."

I smile.

"That's a good way of putting it. Is life better where you are?"

"That would depend on who you are and where you live. The Core planets are a lot like Earth, or so they say."

"Well, you can't expect complete peace. It's a nice dream, nice for this place, but it's not real."

"Not with the humans I know."

"So, music. Is it the same? Still have Black Sabbeth, Dep Leppard and the like?"

"It's been five hundred years", he says casually. "I've made something of a study of Earth-that-Was culture, but your average man on the street? No."

"I make you copies of the tapes I have, and then you can play them for the universe. Dead serious."

I smile.

"That would be a very, very good plan, but sadly I find myself unable to go back. I can get them to someone who can, though."

"Oh, sorry. I leave them with the bar, one of these days."

I sigh.

"You've got family here..or something?"

"No. I don't have any family. Someone I think I could call a friend."

"Girlfriend? because I know this place is like a meat market. Everyone finds someone to be with. Besides me, of coarse. I'm still stuck in the whole "this is too perfect" phase."

I smirk. It's true. You can't say it isn't

"No girlfriend. I was married."

To a robot, but he tends to pass that over.

"Sorry. What was she like?"

"Lenore? She was wonderful."

Wistful.

"Well, I'm sure fate will allow you to see each other again. As chessy as it sounds, you nothing can hold back true love."

'

He smiles.

"We'll see. There's always hope."