Jon wasn't sure the man sitting across from him wasn't trying to pull a weird prank. He was pretty sure Americans didn't wear cowboy hats all the time, and his southern twang made him hard to understand. Surely it must be overstated. Surely, the Vast must have cobbled together an image of what it imagined an American was like and sent it here for... some reason.

But it was against company policy to deny anyone the ability to make a statement, so he placed the tape recorder on the desk and turned it on.

fic about my oc, cliff, a vast avatar (with a brief appearance of a buried avatar oc). hopefully this will turn into a series about the relationship between the vast and the buried but that depends on whether or not i actually sit down and write it