[ he says nothing as silco lays out what would have been his eventual cause of death, had the rocket not gotten there first — but he does say, with a raise of his brows, ] I didn't know you so much as knew of me. Through the doctor, I presume?

[ well, no matter. they will never meet outside of this simulated place, anyway, dead men sitting here and talking. ]

Some time ago, then. Perhaps that explains... [ a lot of things — the state of the undercity, the rampant production of shimmer, the way he'd almost not recognised the lanes the few times he'd headed down there for one reason or another, during the past years.

slowly, he shakes his head. ] I see. And still, it will be his contributions that will be remembered, not yours.