Aeon: still warm
Simple: well heat yes, it’s a pedestal
Simple: you are fine, you can even drink a cold beer.
Aeon: have you swallowed?
Simple: What did you shuffle?
Aeon: I can
Simple: is it not? You are also an Arbitration.
Aeon: Arbitration
Simple: Mda... Glory, we are losers. While our children forgetfully drink beer on the benches, smell the glue and blow the plan, we are stubbornly building a career and preparing for an even more painful, secured future.