This train is taking it's time. Can't wait until I get to City 17 though.
I wonder why they call it City 17. There are more than 17 cities.
I think.
I wonder if the Combine are as friendly as back home.
Or if there's as many flying robots…
POINTLESS INSERTION
"Oh boy! We're here!" Look how many robots and Combine there are! Why is everyone wearing the same clothes?
Oh look, a flying robot!I hope they're the picture taking ones, I love getting my photo taken!
"Hi flying robot!"
"SAY 'BREEN'"
(Flash)
"THANK YOU! YOUR PHOTO WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE AT THE CITADEL GIFT SHOP AFTER 5 O'CLOCK TODAY!"
A tourist trap eh? Well, I'm not shelling out for pictures I don't really...- oh look, a Strider!
"I want one with the Strider! I want one with the Strider!"
"FOR A FEW DOLLARS MORE, WE CAN PUT IT ON A T-SHIRT!"
Wow, this is so boring.
"Hey look! TV!"
I wonder what Mr Breen has to say.
"Welcome to City 17, also known as HELL! HELL! YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! YOU'RE ALL DEAD! HAHAHAHAHA. Alright, enough goofing around, tell me when I'm going to be on the air."
*Inaudible whispers*
"WHAT? Uh, um, what I meant by that was, uh, was…it's SAFER here."
Phew, that was a relief.
DISCLAIMER: All credit goes to Christopher C Livingstone, creator of CONCERNED. I am merely adapting it into a short story. Enjoy!