"That's ironic"

  "This is that day.  That's ironic day."  

  "I thought they were our friends." 

  She didn't say anything.  

  The space "beneath the floorboards" wasn't cramped.  Spider webby in spots but crouching against the main wall of the tunnel seemed a popular pastime.  People would pass by, some would stop and rest.  

  Nobody sleeps in a war even when a person is asleep.  Eyes fly open at sounds, movements.  We'd compromised on position, best, for resting.  A standing fetal position.  That way the blood will just

  Sssssshhhhhhht

  It's not really gross to talk about it anymore.  Was said more quietly. 

Hand waving us back, back.  We'd only made it ten feet or so.  "That's ironic," the videographer said as he revealed the not charged gas tank of the battery on the thing.  "I'll use another thing," he pulled "a slim" from his pocket.  "It'll be in eight minutes," the slim told the time too.  

  "Maybe that woman was being friendly by moving us on."  

  "That was no woman." 

  ZeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaarRAH, fuuuzch, dust. 

  "Building must be connected." 

  "It's all connected." 

  "Cha.  Especially here.  So obviously cement and sand just barely sprung out of the desert.  I mean, look, those ibeams don't even go all across the expanse." 

  "That's ironic." 

  BadaBadaBadazeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarRAH

  "Pretend." 

  "That the beams weren't cut to fall on us?" 

  "They should have sent the humanoids." 

  "On this one?" 

  "Seems like a different tour." 

  "Than upstairs?" 

  "What was it like?" 

  "Pretend?" 

  Silence.  Broken only by intensifying impact.

  "Pretend."  

     "Where'd you get the cash?" She showed it and crammed it.  Away.  The man took out a wad of six different currencies.  "And this," he pulled the pistol out of the small of his back.  "I hate sleeping that way."  She snorted and huuuuuuumphed.  "At least you slept." 

  "You paid him to let you sleep?!" 

  "I assure you we did not sleep." 

  Summer crickets winding down the season of normal summer. 

  "He's my husband." 

  "That one?" I dart-eyed him looking back over my shoulder. 

  "No.  Some other one." 

  "You didn't sleep did you?" 

  "I always sleep.  In God's big hand." 

  "That may change because it has to."  

  "Sometimes ours aren't there.  Overseas." 

  "God's big hand doesn't change.  Although you people do." 

  "You're done then?" 

  "I didn't say that." 

 "I won't ever say that.  God borned me me." 

  "Tell me about here."  

  "They got some issues."  

  "Remember those robots they stole from the Conventions?" 

  "No.  I try not to remember anything." 

  "I'm not like you." 

  A pebble landed in front of freshly medicated feet in boots. 

  "Anyway." 

  "Well, they all claimed they didn't steal them.  Just cleaned up after the richie riches left.  You know how some of them talk.  Like the world's just about rich and poor. 

  "It is 

  "It is and it isn't 

  "Bob said that's what Saray-evo is all about

  "What it's become 

  "Llewan agrees, that's why 

  "God's not about money 

  "Will you just shut up?!" 

 People sprawled around in the darkness actually communicating.  Until.  Signal's going away in three, two, one.  The open palm came to a closed fist.