He'd been in New York, just before he was here. Or just outside of it anyhow. Somewhere still in the state, he thought. It had been his first time there and chances were that it had been his last time, but he hadn't gotten the opportunity to see much of it. So no, he didn't really know how it could be. And he didn't know how it had been in whatever time Matt was from. Maybe it hadn't been as industrialized then. He knew there used to be a sprawling park in the middle of the city, a couple of centuries ago. But it wasn't there now. He knew there used to be rows upon rows of theatres. They were gone too. He thought that might be where the warrens were now. Some of them. There were others closer to the water, where no one else wanted to live.
Amos had been about to shrug before he realized that Matt wouldn't be able to see it. He still did, anyway, but he added on a "Can't say that I really do," for good measure.
"I'm from Baltimore," he said. "But I haven't been there since I was, I dunno. Fifteen or something. Not until a few weeks ago. I work on an ice-hauler." This was a lot easier to talk about than the darkness, or the past. He knew what he was doing when it came to ships. "We carry ice from the outer planets and asteroids and stuff back in to the inner planets that don't have water. Mars and the Belt - the asteroid belt, between Mars and Jupiter - mostly. I don't harvest the stuff, I just keep the cores up and running, fix a coffee maker here and there, tinker with equipment if it's being fussy."
Or at least he had, before. Before seemed like such a long time ago now, too. When the Cant was still just the Cant and not a rallying cry. When no one knew what his heroic dumbass captain's face looked like. But explaining how the landscape of the entire universe had changed when the protomolecule made itself known would take a whole lot of time and Amos wasn't entirely sure he even understood it in the first place. He knew what Holden said. He knew what Pastor Anna said. He knew what he had seen with his own eyes. Somewhere in there might have been a speck of truth. Hard to say.