[Look, Zack has just as many questions and no answers for them as anyone else new to this weird void-like place. The sky is full of white and nothingness, there's a beach full of junk and weird creatures all over the place. He's meeting people he hasn't seen in years and he's pretty sure the last thing he remembers before waking up in this weird milk-world is having several bullet wounds in him that are now miraculously gone.
So yeah. He gets the whole ripping-things-apart-to-try-and-find-some-answers thing.
Zack casually meanders over and reaches out to snatch up one of the computer chips off one pile to hold it up to the light like somehow that's going to tell him something about it.]
Do you really think breaking apart a bunch of computers will help? Have you found anything?
[He's genuinely curious! Even if it doesn't seem that way!]
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So yeah. He gets the whole ripping-things-apart-to-try-and-find-some-answers thing.
Zack casually meanders over and reaches out to snatch up one of the computer chips off one pile to hold it up to the light like somehow that's going to tell him something about it.]
Do you really think breaking apart a bunch of computers will help? Have you found anything?
[He's genuinely curious! Even if it doesn't seem that way!]