[Not that Tammy has perfect faith in her government but she still possesses some some bit of faith, apparently, because this notion leaves her feeling cold. She shivers and, even though he's not talking to her, she moves closer to examine the phone booth.]
I dunno. I can't see where it might be.
[She looks around, frowning a bit.]
And nothing here looks like a telephone pole, at least not the kind where I'm from.
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Your sorta right. Criminals are sent there to fight to the death. Only problem is that not everyone sent there is a criminal.
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But nope, he seems serious.]
What do you mean, not everyone is a criminal?
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[This might take more time than he previously though. Sure he's worked on phones before but never a phone booth.]
Wonder if this is even connected to anything.
[He's more asking himself that than her.]
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[Not that Tammy has perfect faith in her government but she still possesses some some bit of faith, apparently, because this notion leaves her feeling cold. She shivers and, even though he's not talking to her, she moves closer to examine the phone booth.]
I dunno. I can't see where it might be.
[She looks around, frowning a bit.]
And nothing here looks like a telephone pole, at least not the kind where I'm from.
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[In fact they're usually thrown into Deadworld when they speak against it.]
Could be wireless then.
[Not that he's ever seen a wireless phone booth before but then again he's never seen a talking robot either.]
But if that's the case I don't know where it would be getting a signal from.
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[She can't think of how else to respond to that, running a hand over the back of her neck and instead focusing on the phone booth problem.]
Satellites, maybe? But if that's the case then I don't know how you could fix it.
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If there's a satellite then there must be some kinda receiver, like a dish or something. Maybe that's the problem.
[Of course he's seen nothing like that since he got here. Zachariah rubs his forehead.]
This is gonna be harder than I first thought.
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Can you make a receiver?
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With all the right parts I think I could.
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[Tammy rubs at her throat, pushing against the slight nudge, that whisper of a faint desire to ask him...does he wish..?]
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[Zachariah scratches his head.]
Might have to put this on the burner for a while.