[Whoa. Shawn takes a few seconds to orient himself, because 1) this sure reminds him of all those cyberspace movies he binged on as a kid and 2) this has to be a dream. A dream induced by weird protein gels, but a dream nonetheless. He thinks.
It's a bit overwhelming, if he's honest with himself, and so instead of lingering around the plaza, he goes for the path straight ahead. He does, however, stop by Mr. Prog and tilts his head to the side at it.]
Hey there, little guy. [He reaches out to touch it.] What're you doing here?
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It's a bit overwhelming, if he's honest with himself, and so instead of lingering around the plaza, he goes for the path straight ahead. He does, however, stop by Mr. Prog and tilts his head to the side at it.]
Hey there, little guy. [He reaches out to touch it.] What're you doing here?