I brought a buddy. I even told him what I was going to do before I did it.
My hand was fine. No boils or discolored flesh - once I had flesh again.
Unfortunately, I don't think I could carry it very far in that state without tools. The psychological pain is still immense, and the initial contact almost knocked me out.
So the physical effects don't transfer between forms. I wonder if that part specifically is due to the Shift - does the transformative element also repair us in the process? I haven't tried at all.
Where were you going to take it? Even I only wanted to touch it, not take it home.
It's also possible that because there was no physical damage, there was nothing to transfer. No repair necessary, then. I haven't sustained any damage to the crystallized appendages yet.
[ So, there's that. But that doesn't necessarily rule out Pal's theory either. ]
I thought we might move a chunk to a different site. Still outside the city.
[ To look at. Later. When they have actual equipment. ]
No, they didn't. I've come to believe our respective wheelhouses are completely incidental. Perhaps in the next group; we survived, so with that process locked down, why not seek out the types of people they want?
And if it's one of those two, you'll have a site picked out somewhere in the woods.
A full myriad. I suppose the suggestion of actual time travel - or at least, time access - is more or less confirmed now. Given the myriad, I couldn't be sure.
Have you met Helaena? Sweet girl. Apparently a handful of her own family came here with her, though I don't know about their personal timeline.
I hope her children are being looked after. Of course they'd separate families from children and not think twice. There are children among us, you know. I met a boy who couldn't have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen. Kidnapping and neck surgery, just the same. I have sympathy for the way the people here have been forced to live, I just can't help but maintain that Patho-Gen have bankrupted their ethics department. This is the kind of operation I'd see razed to the ground under different circumstances.
[So he'll find a local job in a nice library, instead, lest he get sent to HR on his first day.]
[ Hey, he legitimately finds the topic exciting...
Jayce hasn't met anyone that young yet, or if he did he misjudged their age. He takes a bit longer to respond, caught thinking about his own recent history - his mistakes, the lives lost. The ethos he violated to save Viktor. He's not sure he has any right to a moral higher ground anymore. But he still knows this is wrong. ]
I don't have a world, but I know that's semantics.
[It is technically also true, these days, but he also knows most people here haven't dabbled in space travel. Details.]
When an operation I disagreed with threatened my House, I moved the House. Semantically, again; other people did the physical labor. The order was mine, though.
Shutting down a few laboratories and commercial operations wouldn't be difficult. But I wouldn't be willing to pay a living cost, so it'd depend.
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What did you touch it with?
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A crystalline solid. My hand, at the time.
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My hand was fine. No boils or discolored flesh - once I had flesh again.
Unfortunately, I don't think I could carry it very far in that state without tools. The psychological pain is still immense, and the initial contact almost knocked me out.
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So the physical effects don't transfer between forms. I wonder if that part specifically is due to the Shift - does the transformative element also repair us in the process? I haven't tried at all.
Where were you going to take it? Even I only wanted to touch it, not take it home.
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[ So, there's that. But that doesn't necessarily rule out Pal's theory either. ]
I thought we might move a chunk to a different site. Still outside the city.
[ To look at. Later. When they have actual equipment. ]
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You have a site scouted already?
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But I'd still want a way to block or at least dampen the radiation with a proper container.
[ So no one accidentally stumbles into Katalyth they can't find, and gets hurt. ]
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[Maybe just lift a container or a protective suit from the supply of those groups that go out and collect... Wherever those are kept.]
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In any case, my shopping list keeps growing.
[ He needs actual money now. ]
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[He kept going back, so...]
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[Ha ha. This is not a bit, if there's a pptx he wants to know.]
To Patho-Gen, though, I assume? I was thinking I'd look into a local library, myself.
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And yes, one to Patho-Gen at least. I want access to their labs, but I'm not holding out much hope. They didn't bring us here for our degrees.
[ They are experiments, he keeps reminding himself. ]
If not them, then maybe something in machine repairs. Or smithing.
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And if it's one of those two, you'll have a site picked out somewhere in the woods.
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It's strange. They transported me and three other people from my home, all of us from different points in the timeline.
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How different are your perspectives? I've met half a dozen people here from the same star system as me, but another planet, and a full myriad behind.
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A full myriad?
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Have you met Helaena? Sweet girl. Apparently a handful of her own family came here with her, though I don't know about their personal timeline.
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[ /s
They can yammer about it, though. ]
I met her briefly. She told me she has two young children she's been separated from.
[ As much as he wants to help Patho-Gen solve their problem, he has issues with their method - even if performed in desperation. ]
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I hope her children are being looked after. Of course they'd separate families from children and not think twice. There are children among us, you know. I met a boy who couldn't have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen. Kidnapping and neck surgery, just the same. I have sympathy for the way the people here have been forced to live, I just can't help but maintain that Patho-Gen have bankrupted their ethics department. This is the kind of operation I'd see razed to the ground under different circumstances.
[So he'll find a local job in a nice library, instead, lest he get sent to HR on his first day.]
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Jayce hasn't met anyone that young yet, or if he did he misjudged their age. He takes a bit longer to respond, caught thinking about his own recent history - his mistakes, the lives lost. The ethos he violated to save Viktor. He's not sure he has any right to a moral higher ground anymore. But he still knows this is wrong. ]
Could you? If this was your world?
[ Does he have that authority where he's from? ]
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[It is technically also true, these days, but he also knows most people here haven't dabbled in space travel. Details.]
When an operation I disagreed with threatened my House, I moved the House. Semantically, again; other people did the physical labor. The order was mine, though.
Shutting down a few laboratories and commercial operations wouldn't be difficult. But I wouldn't be willing to pay a living cost, so it'd depend.
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[ Semantics can be important.
There's a long-ish pause, and he shifts the topic slightly: ]
Has anyone ever died on your order?
[ Direct or indirect. Palamedes' previous answer would imply not for the former. ]
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[Anyway, that's a question.]
I've never made a decision that would guarantee anyone's death except my own, if that's what you mean. They're my family, not my fodder.
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