Mohinder Suresh ☤ [Text]

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[Smart phones this advanced are not something Mohinder is use to. Luckily, he's a child of the information and technology age and figuring out the more or less intuitive operating system of the device in his hand is not at all difficult. Thumbing along the touch screen, and bypassing the entertainment sections (films and books on a mobile? How remarkable!), Mohinder comes across what looks to be an electronic bulletin or message board. At least, that's the closest approximation he can make for the network. Perhaps it's similar to the listserv his University uses? Either way he has every intention to check into it later, after he leaves this post:]

My name is Mohinder Suresh. I seem to be unable to contact anyone I know using this device, as it it does not seem to be connected to a cellular network. This might sound ridiculous, but could someone tell me where I am?

[Mohinder is not known for making sound life decisions, but he'd rather think he is lost and this really is some sort of odd American hospital than going mad. He hits the send button and glances around again the hallway he's paused in.  Nothing looks like a hospital around here at all. 'Going mad,' unfortunately, seems to be what's happening after all.]

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[splice_of_life]

[People like Peter don't exist. Mohinder frowns. He'd only spoken with him briefly, he didn't know him, not like he is now, not like the man he will become, but Mohinder finds himself in disquiet.]

I'd very much like to know what it means to be from a time where I've hardly met you or your brother and you both know me from more than just my father's book or research.

[askedtobe]

You and me both. I'm not sure I understand how this place-- this ship works any better than you do. Or even Nathan for that matter, as far as I can tell. But apparently that's just how things go around here.

[ Aka Peter would totally explain it if he wasn't already stressed out enough about not understanding a single thing. ]