"What do you mean, pink is a boy's color?" Mary asked. "The system has literally read your memories. All my original knowledge of Earth came from your memories. Even you think that pink is a girl's color."
After talking for so long, without anything else to do, Lex and Mary had started talking about the randomest of things. Such was life when doom scrolling was not an option.
Lex was about to argue back, ready to state that as he grew his understanding about the nuances of gender and societal norms had evolved, thus leading him to the conclusion that pink was actually a boy's color - as if colors belonged to any given gender to begin with - when it happened.
The top half of the tavern blew up. There was no forewarning. Lex's instincts did not warn him, nor had the system detected anything. One moment everything was fine, and the next nothing was left.
