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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..

Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.

but what if you can’t find an explanation? what if there are no explanations? *he tilted his head slightly*

Sometimes that just means we don’t have the technology to
figure it out yet. Like black holes? Where the stuff  that they suck up goes – we don’t know yet.
We don’t have anything that can tell us yet.

… what if you could travel to the future, but when you asked the future scientist about something, they still didn’t know? like you go billions and billions of years in the future but no one knows?

*shrugs* Well, it doesn’t mean that someone isn’t going to
be asking the question. Science is really about asking questions. That’s what
it always is gonna be.

huh.. *he looks back to the lake* i have a lot of questions.. maybe one day i could be a scientist *he smiled softly*

*smiles widely* Absolutely! If you want to, go for it!

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..

Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.

but what if you can’t find an explanation? what if there are no explanations? *he tilted his head slightly*

Sometimes that just means we don’t have the technology to
figure it out yet. Like black holes? Where the stuff  that they suck up goes – we don’t know yet.
We don’t have anything that can tell us yet.

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..

Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*

*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?

*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.*

*he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.

r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?

Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*

Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.

really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…

Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.

huh *he smiled slightly as he hopped off the bed* well… thanks i guess ? it’s weird though, knowing you could die at any given moment and it wouldn’t mean anything, not really.. *he wondered off to the door and waited for Carlos*

*Carlos follows him, feeling better about things now that he
knows Max is okay… more or less.* How long have you been like this, Max?

… just about all summer i think… which reminds me, i still have to find a place to stay after summer.. that’ll be fun… speaking of fun, wanna go hunting with me?

Uh… *there was a lot of stuff that Carlos wanted to respond
to, but one thing at a time* Hunting? Don’t you need tags and stuff?

what i need is food, and normal food doesn’t work anymore…. i’m kinda like a zombie in that way

Ah, I see… I suppose. I still think you might need tags or
you’d get in trouble though… I’m pretty sure poaching on this land is illegal.
Some rich guy owns it or something.

mr campbell? eh, he won’t miss a few squirrels… one time i caught a bird! *he smiles* i was careful enough and i got to keep the skull! after that i tried to glue it to the wall but it got stuck to my hand… *he chuckles* … as much as it may sound like it, i don’t actually like killing, but if i don’t i black out and hurt people

Uh, wh-what? Have you… given hot dogs a try? They’re
relatively cheap and they’re still made of meat. Kind of.

not.. that i can remember? but i think that’s mostly cause i don’t have any money … why are hospitals so expensive?

Are… they still trying to get money out of a dead boy? Wait…
I suppose if they could still charge you, of course they would. I can pick up a
packet of hot-dogs next time I go to town, if you’d like. And maybe a fishing
license too, now that I think about it. That way things would be a bit more
legal here. *he hums, contemplating* I’d need to get some tackle and a pole too…

you need a license to fish? i thought that was just for driving… *he looked up at the other* and the hospitals don’t know i’m dead, aside from a handful of people in camp and you, no one knows about me

That’s… all kinds of messed up. About the hospitals, I mean.
*he sighs* Well, about the fish – yeah, you need a license. Otherwise there’s
no limit on how many fish people can get and then the lake will no longer have
fish in it. A license is just a word for an ‘I’m allowed to do this’ paper.

huh… so how do you get one? do you have to get every time you want to fish?

No, it lasts for a few months. then you can get like four fish per day. You just have to get bait and tackle. It’ll do until you get home. Do… do your parents know about this whole… *he gestures at Max*

my parents… i don’t think they’ll care, and honestly, i don’t care what they think cause i’m never going back to them again *he crossed his arms angrily*

*Carlos is just confused. But he then got a little angry.
What could his parents have done to make him believe that* They wouldn’t care
that you’d been in a fatal… event?

no, because they don’t.. they don’t care…  *he looked away, quickly drying his eyes* but it doesn’t matter, because even if i have to run far away, they’re never getting to me again!

Max, I… it’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you. Though, I
want to ask… what did they do to make you believe they wouldn’t care?