Meeka: So, we’re all just... CLOWNS? Bob: Clones. Copies of our original selves, but with our memories and, I dunno, maybe our souls too. Who knows? It’s all way beyond this G.I.’s pay-grade. Meeka: Copies... of our souls? Bob: Uh, Meeka -- listen, kid... these are just dumb stories. I don’t know the half of what actually went on down there. Meeka: No, that part was true -- I can tell. If we ARE clones... If we all died... And ‘Tek’ brought us back... Then we could use it to bring back other lost people, right? Bob: Hey now -- the Doc wanted to bring someone back with that stuff. Didn’t work out so good for him, did it? Meeka: You said Rockwell was from the wrong time to even know how to use Tek! But my dad-- Bob: Your dad was from the ‘right time’, but he and I saw up-close how that crap wrecked the whole damn world! Meeka: Ahem. Language? Bob: Oh yeah. Uh, sorry. Anyhow, that story can wait... Right now, you need to find something for your pal Honker here to eat. Meeka: Okayyy. Bob: Atta girl. ‘Cause this next bit, well... It’s filled with some tough memories for ol’ Bob.
Bob's Steampunk Epilogue
by Bob