Max Headroom: 20 Minutes into the Future/Black Butler
Shinigami 2004
At the same time that Edison's lift arrived on Level 13 of Network 23, the other lift also arrived.
The doors of both opened just a fraction of a moment apart. To Edison's astonishment, Bryce
stepped off the other lift. Edison almost didn't recognize his young friend. The teen looked older,
dressed in a vested business suit, all black save for the white shirt and dark russet vest. He
wore no tie, just a moon opal at his throat where the knot of a cravat would normally sit.
Bryce quickly slipped something into his suit pocket.
"Bryce? What was that?"
"Just a little gadget you wouldn't understand," Bryce shrugged. After considering it, he took it
back out and showed it to Edison.
"Looks like a pocket TV," Edison said. He looked at the screen, which appeared to be showing
someone's home movies at high speed.
"Cinematic Record," Bryce said, putting it back in his pocket. "This little device is the only
deathscythe that isn't based on a gardening implement."
"Deathscythe?" Edison asked. "Bryce what are you talking about?"
Something hummed in Bryce's pocket. The little TV he called a deathscythe.
"Can't talk," Bryce apologized, pressing the lift button. "Have to get this to Dispatch. Should've
been there already, but I stopped by the lab to check on an experiment. It'll have to wait.
Spears is going to give me double paperwork if I don't get this to the office on time."
"Who the hell is Spears?" Edison demanded, joining Bryce at the lift. "Bryce? Who is Spears?"
Bryce backed into the lift and pressed the button before Edison could join him.