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Quinn's been thinking for a while, and he's finally come to what he hopes is a reasonable conclusion about his situation. There's a brief, quiet conversation with the Bar, after which he puts up a sign on the message board:

If there are any human or human-looking physicians, medics, or other emergency medical practitioners who are both willing to work in an extremely low-tech situation and are capable of dealing with advanced burn trauma, I would appreciate the chance to talk to you. My name is Quinn Abercromby. A physical description follows, as he doesn't have a photograph of himself. Thank you.

PS: No magic or psychic healers, please- it won't work.

That being done he heads to a seat by the fire with a cup of coffee, and tries not to look too worried about the situation back home.

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"All right. No, I haven't seen that happen yet," says Quinn. "More's the pity."

"The theory goes that you'll have gotten Gens before Sime, if only because otherwise the Sime would all die." Suzi says, "So keep an eye out for kids getting really tall and smart first. Most Gens are around six feet tall, maybe five ten? I'm tall for a female Sime."

Quinn nods. "That's assuming we last as long as I hope we're going to," he says. "But all right."

"Someone," Suzi points out, "survives. Enough someones to repopulate the planet. And there are stories about and island where people don't fear the kill."

Quinn smiles tiredly. "Sorry, Suzi. From where I"m standing, 4840 is a long, long time away. It's a little hard to keep that in mind."

"I know. From where I'm standing 2020 is a long way away, too, but I can do my best to keep reminding you that all is not lost. It just took a bit of a wrong turn at Albuquerque." ...Suzi found Loony Tunes a while back. They are so very strange, but so very silly.

Quinn almost smiles at that. He doesn't know the name, but he recognises a joke when he hears one. "Thank you," he says. "I do appreciate that, for what it's worth."

"I'm a channel." she says cheerfully, "Keeping spirits up is in the job description. I could try to juggle, but I get hopelessly confused after I've got about ten things in the air."

"That's more than I can do. I stick to acting and story-telling where I can," Quinn says. "Creedy does juggling sometimes, even though he's not much good at it."

"It works." She says, "And I'm sure that people need that as much as anything else. I love listening to stories."

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