[ A super fancy as fuck lab with technology that would maybe make Hiro's mouth water on any other day. There's an examination(?!) table over thattaway, which she gestures him over to. ]
[He's looking around, some spark of interest forming in his eyes. Not as much as it WOULD be because high octane trauma, but he can always nerd at least ten percent.]
[But following to the examination table and sits on it.]
On the contrary, I would like you to focus on yourself.
[ Hardlight holographic "walls" shimmer into existence around the table, boxing him in. If he looks closely, the shimmers seem to be—patterns? code? Both?? it's hard to tell. Iota seems to be able to understand it all, however; she's looking at it like a doctor might when reading a chart. ]
[He's going to focus on HOME. Tadashi, Baymax, his team, superhero thing (and bury that goddamn guilt because he failed at THAT didn't-), robots, the microbots, everything that isn't Kyr and now.]
[ She gives him a verbal countdown—three, two, one—because she's a nice, kind AI. ]
[ And she was right, it does feel weird; it starts as a tingle, faint pins and needles, before the vertigo hits. He feels, oddly, bizarrely, like he's in two places at once, like his very memories are being combed through and settled neatly back into place. ]
Fifty ... fifty three, fifty six ... seventy five ...
[Oh. Oh, that is weird. It's kind of...a bit like using the neural link. Knowing what the Microbots were manipulating as they were without needing to see physically, just using the sensors.]
[Certainly wasn't as THOROUGH as this feeling though.]
[ Yeah, this is … this is all-encompassing, to put it lightly. ]
Ninety four, ninety five … ninety nine –
[ The feelings fades, and with it, so does the holographic wall. It's slow, not jarring, though he may still be disoriented. ]
State your name, your team, and current location. [ Iota sweeps forward, tilting his head up with one light, clinical finger to check his eyes for focus. ]
[ She watches critically, a slight tilt to her head. He seems steady, and all of the background diagnostics scans are coming up clear. ]
Thank you; that should be all. [ Good, this is good. ] Regarding the second list of tools, I will contact you as soon as my preparatory work is complete. It should take no longer than four hours.
[Nods.] That's fine. And whoever's up on Henwen would probably be willing to help, but they also have more injured, I think. At least I can take care of Church.
[Physically fine, aside from his bleeding eye thing and stings, but boy is running on as little emotional stuff as he can right now. So social skills are terrible.]
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DAY 229 - Shortly After Game
Iota, I need an emergency quest. It's for Church on Henwen.
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What is it that you need?
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[Because Church is apparently one, he should probably freak out about that or something.]
[He produces a list.] I need to rent tools, and the parts are what I need for minimal mobility.
[He produces another piece of paper.] That's what he's going to need for full repairs. [Which is a lot more.]
But I need the first paper stuff as soon as possible, the other stuff can take more time for the quest.
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I see.
[ Unsurprisingly, she doesn't really need to think for too long about what she wants in exchange. ]
In exchange, I would like to clone your brain. It will not take long.
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[Well]
Okay.
[WHAT COULD GO WRONG WITH THIS, MY BRAIN IS AWESOME?]
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[ We are going to a lab. ]
[ A super fancy as fuck lab with technology that would maybe make Hiro's mouth water on any other day. There's an examination(?!) table over thattaway, which she gestures him over to. ]
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[He's looking around, some spark of interest forming in his eyes. Not as much as it WOULD be because high octane trauma, but he can always nerd at least ten percent.]
[But following to the examination table and sits on it.]
Need me to, uh, clear my mind or anything?
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[ Hardlight holographic "walls" shimmer into existence around the table, boxing him in. If he looks closely, the shimmers seem to be—patterns? code? Both?? it's hard to tell. Iota seems to be able to understand it all, however; she's looking at it like a doctor might when reading a chart. ]
This may be disorienting.
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[Okay. Okay, just...don't focus on trauma.]
[He's going to focus on HOME. Tadashi, Baymax, his team, superhero thing (and bury that goddamn guilt because he failed at THAT didn't-), robots, the microbots, everything that isn't Kyr and now.]
Okay.
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[ And she was right, it does feel weird; it starts as a tingle, faint pins and needles, before the vertigo hits. He feels, oddly, bizarrely, like he's in two places at once, like his very memories are being combed through and settled neatly back into place. ]
Fifty ... fifty three, fifty six ... seventy five ...
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[Certainly wasn't as THOROUGH as this feeling though.]
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Ninety four, ninety five … ninety nine –
[ The feelings fades, and with it, so does the holographic wall. It's slow, not jarring, though he may still be disoriented. ]
State your name, your team, and current location. [ Iota sweeps forward, tilting his head up with one light, clinical finger to check his eyes for focus. ]
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Hiro Hamada. Flare. Vanara. Iota's ship. Uh. Wasn't really paying attention to the name.
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[ She steps back. ]
Please walk from one side of the room to the other. Stop if you feel any dizziness.
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[Hopping up and he will walk. A bit slowly as he gets his orientation about him again.]
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Thank you; that should be all. [ Good, this is good. ] Regarding the second list of tools, I will contact you as soon as my preparatory work is complete. It should take no longer than four hours.
Is this acceptable?
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[ Maybe. It depends in part upon whether or not Puma yells at her for what she has planned. ]
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But I'm good for the first list?
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[ She closes her eyes, slightly longer than a blink. ]
You will find your tools by the ship's exit.
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[Physically fine, aside from his bleeding eye thing and stings, but boy is running on as little emotional stuff as he can right now. So social skills are terrible.]
[Basically, he's off.]
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[ … and anyway, she's got something new to play with. ]
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[Have fun with the robotics genius with a brother complex and high octane trauma]