Elliot was sceptical of course. James Bond was a fictional character after all. His extravagant lifestyle wasn't real, was it? It was nothing more than a delusional power fantasy. The rich dreaming of using their wealth to enact some boyish fantasy where they could save the world and still drink on the job.
Elliot's face was as blank as it was before, a small untelling smile in place. "No, not really" he replied. Elliot was always honest, even at the cost of hurting someone elses feelings. That didn't really matter to him. At least not at first. Unless the person he was being mean to was a genuinely good person. Then the guilt crept in.
"Really? You won't believe this pompous jackass about being like James Bond while you're stuck in Preya?" Mr Robot snapped. "A place that didn't even feel a ripple of what we did! A place that pushed you forward two years into the future! And this guys story is too out there for you? Wake up, kid..."
"But I guess it's no more unusual than some of the things people have claimed here in Preya" Elliot shrugged. "It's like this place shouldn't be real. Like some of them stepped out of bad sci fi movies and poorly written comic books"
Maybe this entire thing was just a delusion. What if he was really in a mental hospital, speaking to a mixture of staff members and his own crazed hallucinations? It was possible. Anything was possible. Now more than ever.