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[As alarming as it is that this device was delivered to Neriel's work space in the infirmary without drawing any attention... she thinks it may be useful. Especially now that matters are, well, arguably deteriorating further, even with Armageddon grinding to an unexpected halt.]

Can anyone tell me more about Earth? It looks like I'll need to make a planetside visit soon to get to the bottom of something, and our official records are... pretty vague. Comes of most angels not wanting to set foot on the place, I'm sure.

If it helps, we're 6022 years past the Creation of Earth, close to 6023. I believe the prevailing human calendar is at or near 2020? [It's near, not at, but that's never been a relevant calendar to Neriel's interests.]

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Oh, of course. Illness isn't to be taken lightly.

See, you'd think that but 2020 was a clusterfuck.

Such is free will, I suppose.

Hopefully I won't need it, but thank you for the warning regardless. Better to be prepared for something that doesn't happen than be caught off guard if it does.

[Really, whether it happens or not, Neriel's going to end up spending several months holed up inside for her own safety, so... she'll understand the feeling regardless.]

Exactly. Think like a girl scout.

What's a girl scout?

Oh. Um. Right. Girl Scouts are a youth organization for, well, girls. You're part of a troop and you meet every week and there's snacks and activities and you earn merit badges for taking part and get to sew them onto your sash. Sometimes you get to go to camp in the summer. Every year you sell cookies to raise money for your troop.

I did it for my entire elementary school career but then my middle school didn't have a troop so I never got to be a Cadette or a Senior Girl Scout.

[Neriel... still doesn't know what a lot of that means.]

Did you enjoy the experience?

Yeah. I'd have totally kept it up if there'd a troop at my middle school.

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