"Shut that shit off!" Viliana hissed at her sister.
"No way, then you're just gonna put yours on." Jexica turned her concerto down and hissed back.
As many comforts as a partially buried van that opened onto the sewers had, space was not one of them. Especially problematic if the person you share it with is someone that you cannot stand. Even worse if the rest of the world has been taken over by a robotic hive mind that's only goal (that they were aware of) was to convert any and all humans into itself. But possibly the worst part about their situation was their respective tastes in music.
"That's because it's good!" Viliana said. "Dubstep has a nice and predictable rhythm, as well as a cohesive structure. Your stupid 'classical' music is just old men putting spots on a page, and repeating it in an unpredictable way."
"But that's just what we need!" Jexica said, and was about to continue when Viliana interrupted her.
"Because we don't want constancy, with the near conversion experiences we had on bad days, and attempted murder on good ones."
"Constancy is one of Coronet's things, though!" Jexica said exasperatedly, they had been through this argument every day for what felt like 10 years, since they had found a semi hidden base and constant supply of power and food. "It's techno-like music too, how do you know that they aren't putting, I dunno, subconscious suggestions in it?"
"That's ridiculous, besides, these are over 25 years old." Viliana said, "They're from before the fall, the only 'suggestion' they might have is to buy Mickey-D's over Buggy-K."
"You sound stupid when you pretend I haven't told you a thousand times that mom said that dad was joking about it being nicknamed 'Buggy-K'." Jexica sighed Exhasperatedly.
"So getting back to your idiocy, what you're saying is that we should define our own tastes to be contrary to something our enemies crave, instead of having ideas and likes of our own?" Viliana said. Jexica let out an over-the-top sigh, there was no use argueing with her when she started pulling out a thesaurus.
"Fine, fine, we'll agree to disagree for now." Jexica said, trying to call off the argument before something worse happened, like their parents being converted protecting them. As unlikely as that was, again.
"Only if we also agree that you're stupid. I'm going to get lunch." Viliana muttered under her breathe, and moved while crouched over to the floor opening in the bottom of the van. She pulled up the grate, backed into the opening and down the ladder into the sewer system. "God, she's such a jerk."
She reached the bottom of the ladder and felt her foot slip slightly in something soft.