I took in a deep breath, and smoke twisted around my head as I let it slip through my teeth. “Do you know what my favorite show was when I was a little kid?”
The look again. “I would have no idea.”
“Doctor Who. British sci-fi show.”
“I am familiar with it. Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, and Matt—“
“No,” I said. “The new show’s great, but I grew up on the old one. The low-budget, rubber monster show with Tom Baker and Peter Davison. I watched it on PBS all the time as a kid.”
I looked out at the dark ruins of Hollywood, at the stumbling shadows dotting the streets as far as you could see. The only other living person within half a mile was standing behind me, her eyes boring into my head.
“The Doctor didn’t have super-powers or weapons or anything like that. He was just a really smart guy who always tried to do the right thing. To help people, no matter what. That struck me when I was a kid. The idea that no matter how cold and callous and heartless the world seemed, there was somebody out there who just wanted to make life better. Not better for worlds or countries in some vague way. Just better for people trying to live their lives, even if they didn’t know about him.”
I turned back to her and tapped my chest. “That’s what this suit’s always been about. Not scaring people like you or Gorgon do. Not some sort of pseudo-sexual roleplay or repressed emotions. I wear this thing, all these bright colors, because I want people to know someone’s trying to make their lives better. I want to give them hope.
Bro," said Roger. "You're a time traveler."
"No, I'm not," said Nate.
"Not yet, but maybe in the future.
Fred always goes with Daphne and Shaggy always sticks with Velma."
"Well then, in that case, I'm Scooby.
Stichwörter: science-fiction
Cattle... it called us cattle...
We're hamburger, you mean.
Stichwörter: science-fiction horror mystery
What the fuck are cavemen doing here?
Peter ClinesStichwörter: science-fiction mystery
People could say a lot of negative things about the apocalypse, but there was no arguing the air quality in Los Angeles had really improved.
Peter ClinesStichwörter: apocalypse los-angeles zombies air smog superheroes
Hung herself in the closet."
"Hanged," said Nate.
"Don't be one of those people.
I respect your beliefs Andrew, and I'm glad they make you happy. But I'm not up here to be lectured at or spoken down to. Clear?
Peter ClinesNate had realized a while back that nobody talked with each other at such gatherings. People just took turns talking at each other. He never got the sense anyone was listening.
Peter ClinesMust you always speak with so many pop culture references?"
"I must, yes, but no one's making pop culture anymore, so I'm starting to feel dated. I haven't seen a new movie in two years. And you know what else I just realized?"
The doctor stared at him.
"I'm never going to find out what the hell was going on with Lost. I mean, was it just sheer coincidence their plane crashed on the island or was it this Jacob guy pulling the strings all along? And how did most of them end up back in the 1970s with the Dharma people?
Stichwörter: humor lost zombies pop-culture
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