Nintendelion 2.69 "You do (not) get bitches"

Chapter 15: Wait a minute, Who are you?

It was an average Tuesday. And we were studying our books, being good little students. Sam was lounged in a recliner chair, in what looked to be an uncomfortable position, twirling their hair using their Reality bending abilities. I sat at the couch, reading some required texts. Required by Ride were a few chemistry textbooks, scientific journal magazines, and a book titled "Alchemy: from Medieval to Modern". I had recently reached Chapter 15: "The 2020's" when something caught my eye.

"In 2025, up and coming alchemists, Stefan Burnett, Jovan Campbell, Jeffery Williams and Conner Frogweiler discovered a revolutionary new way of producing raw alchemical energy. Although unable to reproduce it after almost every lab member left shortly after, it has been the backbone of the alchemical powerhouse: Young Thug City. The process has not been disclosed to the public and is considered a "one time miracle from God", said by Jeffery Williams, head researcher of Young Thug research labs."

"What the fuck?" I said aloud, rousing Sam from their trancelike focus.

"What's up? Something good?" Sam said, jumping from the chair.

"I guess so. My name is listed in this book."

"Lemme see." Sam said as they snatched the book.

Sam read the page I was on,

"Yeah what the.." Sam said, raising their head to look at me.

"That's definitely your name, but why are you in here and with Mr.Ride?" They continued

I replied, shocked, "I don't know, I remember Ride talking about how he worked in Vegas a few hundred years ago, but I didn't know it was noteworthy."

"Wait a minute, a few hundred years ago, you say that so casually. Why didn't I hear about this?" Sam sounded both confused and a little annoyed, almost accusatory.

"I'm pretty sure you were asleep. I think he told me about it on our first night here." I replied, trying to calm Sam down a little.

"Okay, but I still feel like I should have been told, that seems kinda important doesn't it?" Sam said, still annoyed.

I didn't help.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I must've forgotten about it. I say we ask Ride about all this."

Sam replied, a little less annoyed now, "Sounds like a plan. I'm curious now."

Apparently Sam knew that Ride was like two hundred and fifty, but never really questioned it. I guess that's what a year and a half of walking the apocalypse does to you, leaves you used to the impossible.