technology was terrible. technology needed to be stopped. it was the king giving this proclamation 'cause rene had faced many a villain in his rightful reign as a sponsored hero, both real fake and real real mind you, and nothing beat computers in regards to overwhelmin' evil.

looking up at the screen from where he rested his head, rene had just about gone 'n' given up. back slouched, chin balanced on his arms, arms folded against the library desk table, he'd already given up on keeping himself upright just as he'd given up on the pc. the faded sheen on the screen of a document not responding, him recalling that he had wanted to make his trip to the berdy terrant library as quick, and painless, as possible. university libraries were for normal students and rene saw himself above using them. apparently, technology was trying to bring him down.

'cause while rene was above libraries technology was a whole other playing field for him if that weren't already real obvious. in his near 200 years of life he liked to think he'd seen it all – and had gone through eight laptops in the past five years — but right then he was thinkin' the luddites had just about the right idea.

if living people started getting even more into this computer deal – that security android that was already strutting 'bout campus was too much for him – rene was hightailing it back to relative solitude in the backend of the bayou.

the nudge on the back of his deck chair jolted rene back into reality. his position had left it jutting out a li'l in the walkway and, unsurprisingly, some poor fella or lady who was passing by had walked into the chair. rene still had the gall to be surprised though; he reflexively pulled himself in a bit, pushing himself up a li'l and let out a mildly startled, “i'm fine,” reflexively. it was more regard than he gave most students on the vireximus university campus on most days and he self-consciously noted moments later, quickly deeming it as careless. he didn't want to go makin' it seem like the king, of all retired superheroes, was having computer issues and draw more attention to himself. this speaking as if his prolonged half-flop out on the desk in front of the computer monitor hadn't already made that pretty obvious.

turning to whomever had bumped by him, though, rene fixed his eyes on 'em pretty quick. he was reluctant to let 'em go so soon, especially as he'd already considered them someone now responsible for half of his troubles, “actually, darlin', i ain't doing so hot.”

“you got un 'tit moment?”

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