"That's the way it seems to go," Matt agreed, remembering the way they had gone from their feet on the ground to putting men on the moon in less than a century. It was entirely possible they'd make a huge jump from sending rovers to Mars to getting people out there just as quickly now that they were working at it. "It's just strange being here in the middle of it," He admitted, "Well not strange, I mean it's just life - but from your perspective, all those big moments are things that I've looked back at and now we're here getting ready for maybe another one of those big moments and I just can't see it yet." He wondered if it was like this for those who had lived through those other historical moments or not.
Matt couldn't help but chuckle at Amos' agreement that boxer probably wouldn't be the right profession for space, he shook his head at the suggestion of what he might do with it though. "I have to imagine even in the future there isn't much call for blind security." He grinned, but it was a nice thought, that even if he lived there he could make it work, it was all fantasy of course. Matt was a product of his own world, he didn't think he could actually survive in any other world than that one.
"Yeah? I used to help patch my dad up after his fights," Matt told Amos, "I got pretty good at stitches for a while there." In truth he could still manage it now, but that wasn't something he advertised these days. "He used to be pretty good, not the best - he got beat a lot, but Murdocks always get back up." He shrugged a little, comforted by the memory.
It sounded like the same kind of law that he and Foggy had run from before they'd set out on their own, it was a little disappointing to hear it still existed that far into the future. "I guess that's one thing that people will always need, someone to come in and help mediate."