Rat scoffs. At least her world's war had had some ideology behind it. His world, it seems, had dissolved itself into nuclear hell just because it was too hard to avoid it. "We just did the old fashioned thing and had a great big nuclear fuck up," Rat says, unimpressed. "If there was a reason, they've forgotten it. Or just refused to tell us."

Shoving his script into his bag, Rat finds himself a little surprised that his blunt, hateful honesty seems to have made him a new friend. It's not the typical outcome that he expects when he opens his mouth.

"Oh I hear it's a utopia. If you live by their rules, never question the government, show a high IQ, and never do anything that might be interpreted as being malcontent."

If he were more dramatic, he'd spit on the ground.