“Oh never mind. Just a shitty soda and even shittier baked goods wrapped in plastic. I’m sure you have somethin like that back here don’t you? Some sort of equivalent?” He scratched his head lightly, frowning when it came off bloody.
He smeared the blood off his fingers on the leg of his armor and went back to speaking.
“Oh yeah, waaaay ancient. The current year is 80,509”
“Or should I say was eighty-five-o-nine?”
“Are you alright?” Roy frowned when he saw blood. ”I’m not a true medic, but I can help.” He blinked when he heard what year he was from and sighed. ”I’m from the year 2012. Guess I am ancient history… No wonder I don’t recognize your kind of armor. Well… kind of nice to know humanity has lasted through the years. How did you get here, do you know?”
"Nice of you to be concerned but its not my blood. Some poor bastard down the line got hit by one of those howler guns… Just fucking exploded." He shook his head, and went back to the previous topic of conversation.
"Yeah, its basically like reading something out of some old fantasy novel. This era is actually really popular for that sort of thing. And as for humanity, don’t get your hopes too high kid. We’re scraping by and when I’m from in particular, we’re losing a fight against something that we don’t even understand.
I got here because of a malfuction on my Reflex node. Its an experimental piece of supplementary armor stuck way inside the core of my suit. Supposed to slow down time for me to fight faster on the battlefield. Instead, it just fucking sends me places.”