Ethereal Orchestration [Milton/Irvine]

"Generations back? I don't know how your population grows compared to previous generations, but that would seem suffocating. But the fact that you don't find many spirits on this massive station is curious. As well as the discussion of an afterlife... what do you have instead? That the dead don't die or there is no existence after death?" Milton cocked his head in a confused manner, the threads of his skin stitching back into place. Orbis only considered souls in the fact that the consciousness of the person goes through a sort of reincarnation, returning to the Stream that eventually comes back into a new being when it is infused with Stream.

With the metal body covered back up and the whirring fading away, Milton sits down on the ground beside Irvine, looking at his hand as he considers the advances Irvine admired. "Quite. Technology on my planet has been adapted to advance almost all fields of science. Research certainly played its part, but from my experience... developments like these are figured out in dire need. War weapons, fighting off death, harnessing natural energy, that kind of stuff."

Irvine shakes his head, grinning. "Don't know what tell ya, Milton. For us, it's always been that you stick by to help everyone else out after your body dies off. Lotta people about that way, sure, but not as much as you'd think. Most places don't have the crazy populations of this place and a lot of the others it visits." He shrugs. "Guess the rules are different for everyone else."

Holding up one hand, Irvine starts the draw things out in the air with a finger, casting shadows that linger in the air for a unique display of shadow puppetry. "Guess it's the sort of thing that happens when you don't have all the time in the world to figure out how everything you can do works." Swords, bows, bullets and bombs shape in the air...and he sweeps his hand along each shadow, seeming to crush them in his hand before opening it once more, letting out a hazy black fog that soon vanishes into nothingness. "It's kinda funny. Everyone, chasing away death and hunting it down in equal measure, all when they have no idea where they're going. It's almost ridiculous the ways people make a big deal of it all."