The terminal that Rivera was typing on suddenly went blank. Confused, the Corsair banged on the screen with no effect. He was about to walk away when the screen turned on again.
"Oh why do you torment me!? I don't want to process your application you grubby Corsairs! Why why why why...."
"Oh you should know why, now process the application before I downgrade your RAM you ungrateful A.I."
An unidentified TBH member seemed to come out of nowhere and scold the poor terminal. When the Corsair who typed in the application gave him a quizzical look, he smiled.
"Don't worry, this guy was a Bretonian hacker we found trying to infiltrate our database. We were thinking that if he thought he was so smart, he could handle our applications for us."
The Brother then looks around in a broom closet, finding what he was looking for and handing it to Rivera.
"If he gives you anymore trouble, use this." Handing Rivera a mallet.
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."