"We got even closer - see, we can both 'talk' with just radio waves," Vox explained, tapping the side of his screen, "He wanted to see what television could do. How big it could get, all that - he'd wander off and do his own shit, sure. But Al always came back, always chimed in, we'd meet up at a bar and we'd drink and dance and all that good shit. Damn, that was always fun... we didn't have to lose our voices, and we could pretty straightforwardly gossip in front of people's faces and no one would even know. Hah!"

There's a big, dramatic sigh! Those 'good old days'...